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©he Veiled prophet of B^^^^^ ^ssan. 



fiN ••• Ol^IGINAL V ^LAY, 



IN FIVE ACTS. 



- BY - 

MRS. MEDORA^ESTES. 



Thomas Moore's poem has no connection whatever with this revised 

production, except as the Poet and Authoress meet in scenes 

of History, the Authoress confining herself strictly 

to the latter and her own original romance. 



THE LEAST INFRINGEMENT 

Upon this revised play, viz. : Edessa, or The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, or the 

production of i88o, viz. : The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, or Mind and Heart, 

WILL BE SEVERELY HANDLED BY THE LAW. 



Copyright, 1889, by Mrs Medora Estes. 



EDESSA. 



OR THE 



Veiled Prophet ^ 
^ of Khorassan. 



AN ORIGINAL DRAMA, 

IN FIVE ACTS. 

BY 

Mrs. Medora Estes, 

CINCINNATI, 0. 



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cincinnati : 

The Ohio Valley Pres? 

1889. 



PERSOJSrS OF THE DRAMA. 



Hakem The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. 

Ahvern A Kazbek Hunter. 

Mahadi Twenty-second Caliph of Arabia. 

PB.INCE Haroun Son of Mahadi. 

Caspian A. Kazbek Fouadling. 

Lamar, ) 

,' Sae;e and Wit of the Caliph's Court. 

DOTTO MURR, ) 

BXONDELLO, ) w t rw r 1 1 

' > Sons ot Dame r adel. 

Orian, ' 

DoLEGA Y The Prophet's Egyptian Slave. 

NiPPiE A Mountain goat — Thibet-shawl. 

Edessa, ^ Circassian Twin Sisters— Edessa, Prie.«tpss. 

CORINNA, j 

Carmeah Njece'of the Caliph. 

Alshizaram Wife of Caliph Mahadi. 

Madinr Captive Greek Girl, Caliph's Conrt. 

Dame Fadel Mother to the Mountain Poor. 

Katy-dtd Child of Nature. 



EXITS AND ENTRAXCES. 

R. Right. R. V. E. Right Upper Entrance. 

L. Left. G. C. D. Grand Center Doors, 

C. Center C. D. Center Door. 

D. Door. 

Time — Seventh Century. 



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EDESSA; 



THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN. 



ACT I— SCENE I. 

Location — Kazbek Mountain. 



A hamlet of picturesque scene. A mountain-road leading 
into the Kasbek Heights. Near back of stage, ahiiost center, a 
knoll of earth, rock, and moss. Orain seated upon the knoll with 
his mountain-goat beside him. In view at L., a rustic cottage. 



Orian. \_Looking all around.'] Did you speak to me, Nippie? 
\_Laughs.~\ Well, well ! I just do wonder where you did get that 
name ; it'e mighty pretty, though, and I guess it means you like 
to nip green things. Is that the reason you follow me 'round, 
Nippie? That's a sweet silver bell you wear; Sister Nightingale 
gave it to you, didn't she, Nip ? 

Katy-did. 'iOutside,~\ Nip-e-e-e, Nippie, Nippie, Nippie, Nip! 
Nip-e-e-e ! < 

Orian. Good ; there 's Katy-did. Hide, Nippie ! Oh, that 
little green witch, she 's just like a spider : every time she sees 
me she weaves her web around my heart. Ever3^bod3^ loves her, 
but nobody owns her. Just wait till my grandfather's grand- 
father dies, and I'll make a bid. Now, mother is always finding 
poor children in baskets, just like other people find sick cats and 
kittens. Sister Edessa Nightingale had gold in her basket, and 
Katy-did had nothing but rags: poor thing, she is ju.st so much 
like a Katy-did that has nothing in this wide world but its own 
xigly little song But stuff" me with dried apple-pie and hoiiey, 
I don't know which I love the best, Sister Edessa or Katy-did. 

Katy-did. Nippie, Nippie, Nippie,' Nippie, Nip-'e-e-e ! 

Orian. I'll purtend Iin asleep, and maybe she'll kiss me. 

Enter, L. Kitty-did, dancing and singing, loith bag, basket, broom, 
and rake. 

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Katy-did. And then we'll dance and then we'll sing, 
We'll jump and circle in a ring; 
Ah ! then I'll see my future fate, 
The girls all love and the boys all hate. 

[Orian looks up.'] 
Tra la la la, tra la la la la, tra la la la la. 
[Oriah asleep.'} 

Oh, you wicked little goat ! Why did n't you come when 1 called 
you ? Orian. You great old sleepy lump, you ! are you dreaming 
'bout me ? I'll wake you up. [Thron-'S a kandful of corn at him.] 

Orjan. [Springing up.] Katy-did ! 

KatV-did— Katy-didn't. \_Run.'< round the knoll L. Orian after 
her, Orian trying to kiss her running from.] Now stop, Orian ! or I'll 
throw this salt at you. [Throws herself upon the ground, L., Orian 
sta7iding beside her.] Please, old sweetness, take this to Xippie. 

Orian. [Grinning.] Well! [aside] 1 should rather think 1 
would, "Old Sweetness." [Riins off.] 

Katy-did. Oh, my, but he is nice! just the smartest dear boy 
in this world, if I do.tease him till he is almost a skeleton. Orian, 
sit down here and let me tell you something. [Orian looks fool- 
ish,- and backs ■out.'] 

Orian. Old sweetness, again. 

Katy-did. Oh, come, come! [Orian sits down] just think, 
give a guess what I have been doing to-day, 

Orian. Stealing the cream and a piece of pie wlien Faddie 
was out? [Katie shakes her head, no.] Been catching butterflies. 
and talking with the handsome peddlers, in the road? Ah-a-a-a ! 
[Point-ing his finger at her, she .shakes her head.] 

Katy-did. No! [_Coiinting her fingers.] Washed all the dirty 
clothes in- the kingdom. Mended all the rag-tags and bob-tails 
in. the- world. [Orian shakes head, no; Katy-did shakes no.] 1 
take that. one back. Lady Edessa does that, and helps make the 
clothes, don't she? [Both shake yes.] But I'm sure I have swept 
allthe .land for miles around. Milked a hundred cows and washed 
tell thousand dishes. [Orian groans.] Oh, I am so tired, and 
now the worst of it all is, I must wash my face and comb my hair 
for the dance to-night. I tell you what. Old Sweetie [Orian 
convulsed, put.s hU arm around har.] I am just glad I haven't got 
but one dress.. [Looks down at his-arm.] Now, Orian, how old are 



ypu-.'^ 

Orian.. Well, mother says I am eighteen years old the very- 
next time I And my birthday. 

Katy-did^ Take it away, then; take your arm away^ you 
ar-Uit old. enough, you might hug too tight, you know. You must 
be-twenty-one years old, and have. your mother teach you how. 
Listen! ^ There is some one coming; run to the rocks .and keep 
Nippie company. [Orian runs.] Practice, hugging Nipple, 
Orian, [Laughs.] 

Enter, R., Blondello, blustering around, 

Blondello. Where's Nightingale, Red Top ? 



OriAiN. Don't know. What's the matter, Blondello ? birds 
scarce ? 

Blondello. No ! neither is your smart indifference. [Aside^^ 
Blast me ! but I would give half I am worth to make that fellow 
fear me, gentle as he seems ; he would take a life to avenge the 
wrong of a friend. Where is your lady sister, I say ? 

Orian. Don't know, I say! So there's an end on it. 

Blondello. [Seriously, aside.'] This is the first time I have: 
missed her in the twilight, and, by the gods, it will be the last, 
should I find her with Ahvern. Since our quarrel we are ac- 
knowledged rivals. Oh, how I love the girl, and hate the man ! 
They shall never wed ; I swear it ! Never ! while this brain is 
warm to plot and defeat. Little the}^ know the power I hold. 
Knowing his birth, 1 have aent a message to the Caliph, extolling 
this noble hunter for his strength and art in combat — Death ! As- 
victor over me he shall go to the front, and pay for his laurels. 

Katy-did. [Jumps up, takes the rake and rakes round Blondello's 
feet.] Mother Faddie said to rake up all the trash and then [drops 
rake and' pich^ up hrooiii] sweep — it — up — [following Blondello], 
in a little pile heap. [Sweeps on.'] 

Blondello. Let me see — 'tis now good time the Saracens were; 
sending for him to join them against the Greeks. Ha, ha! I'll 
have my revenge, if the " mills of the gods do grind slow." 
[Edessa and Ahvern heard with lute, .ringing in the mountain road. 
Katy-did drops her broom on BLO'SDEhuys feet, picks up basket and 
runs to meet Edessa, dancing and singing as alie goes, basket on her 
head. Blondello looking off.] They are coming from the moun^ 
tain. 0, the eijvious agony of soul urges me on to the throttling 
death-grasp. [Grasping his knife.] Fool that I am ! Orian's eyes 
are on me like a cat. I must control this madness. Ha, ha, ha I 
perhaps the Caliph will soon relieve me of m}^ misery. [Lute mu- 
sic. Edessa, Katy-did and Ahvern seen turning bend of road. 
Edessa playing, Ahvern singing. Edessa with wreaths, berries and 
garlands; Ahvern xoith bow and arrow and girdle of birds, helping- 
Katy-did carry basket of green. Orian standing upon the knoll, clap- 
ping his hands and ivaving], 

Orian. Here she comes, Nippie! our queen of the mountain. 
Berries, berries, for you, Nippie. Shake your head and ring your 
bell. Blondello, hide yourself. Master Ahvern is coming; the 
hero of the old Kazbek Mountain. You know what he can do. 
since he gave you back your broken blade. Run, Blondello, run ! 
Ha, ha, ha, ha ! 

Enter Caspian, L. 

Caspian. Orian! hi mercy where is ? Ah, there they; 

are! She is coming at last. My sister, my world and my alL 

Enter from road Katy-did and Ahvern with basket of green, they 
place it R. Edessa lingers to pick leaves from a- tree.] Welcome, 
Ahvern! Victory seems yours at all times, upon the earth [tpuch-- 
ing birds]- or in the air. 



Orian. \_Scraping long his right foot] Master Ahvern, most re- 
spectfully me. [Ahvern'&oiws and laughs, hands his bow -and arrow 
and girdle to Oria^, who puts the latter around him. Ahvern throws 
himself upon the ground, R. Orian and Katy examine basket.] 

Enter Ei?essa, dragging garland. 

Edessa. Dear brother, look! Only see what beautiful flow- 
ers. I've had a perfect war with nature. xVll for the dance to- 
night. Just see my hands. The wicked little briars, how they 
did pull and scratch rather than give up their little sisters. 

Caspian. Brave little briars. I honor to their silent wrath 
[Ais arm around her'], if they have a little sister like mine to pro- 
tect. 

Edessa. Oh, but 1 found them out, hiding beneath the creep- 
ing vines, or like children pretending to sleep upon the moss. 
Some nodding their velvet heads from the cool shadows of a roek, 
playing bo-peep with the merry sunbeams and kissing the pass- 
ing zephyrs with their sweetest breath, like lovely imprisoned 
fairies. [Orian listening.] 

Orian. I am so sorry 1 could not go with you, Nightingale, 
but there was the milk to be churned, and the wood to be cut. 
Poor, dear little hands. [Bows low and kisses them.] 

Edessa. Wh}',' Orian, whf^t a gallant knight yuu'd make. 
Kise with the laurel of honor. [Plarcs a wreath upon his head; 
Orian takes attitude with bow and arrow; all laugh.] Now for the 
berries, and where's ray beautiful darling \_c'iinbi np the knoll], 
waiting so patiently ? 

Orian. [Following her.] I was just thinking of getting skerry 
about you, sister, when Katy-did woke me up. 

Katy-did Katy-didn't! 

Orian. Katy-did! but what made you stay so long? 

Edessa. Ah, that's a secret! but I'll confess. [Coming front.] 
Last evening I actually begged Ahvern to give one-half the day 
in exchange of birds for flowers. 

Caspian. Ha, ha! Ahvern ! what a bitter task. 

Ahvern. Well, somewhat irritating. Very little poetry, i 
assure you.' Many thorns in our pathway and pleiltv of thistles 
and briars in our fingers. However. T am content having cap- 
tured first my Nightingale with even the song she sings. [All 
laugh sitting beside basket, R. Edessa and Katy-did weaving green 
wreaths. Orian and Caspian breaking branches in small pieces, sitting.] 

Orian. But, sister Odessa, see. the moon is up. What made 
you stay so long? [Aside. Blondello told me he would steal her 
from Master Ahvern and I fear he will.] 

Edessa. Hush-sh — Orian — don't! [Orian weeps. Edessa 
goes to him.] What can be the matter? You precious, good boy, 
sister did not go alone ? i will tell you all about it. Come, now, 
cheer up ! You never want me to have one little wee secret, do 
you [sits by her], dear old pet? Come, wipe your eyes. No more 
tears. This is to be the happiest night of all the year. Well, I 
must plead guilty of a superstitious nonsense. For a long time 



— ever since that gypsy came into our hamlet — I have had a 
childish anxiety to have my fortune told by the light of the har- 
vest moon upon the great shadow rock of Old Kazbek. 'Tis said 
the revelation comes but once a yeat-. Ahvern, like any other 
man, laughed at my desire. Still, he lead me there, and now, lis- 
ten ! 

Caspian. The great shadow rock. Why, they say 'tis haunted. 

Ori.-vn. \_Lookl.nfi ivUd.'\ The great thunder rock. People say 
there's^ whore all the thunder comes from. Did you see a goblin- 
hob or a h()l)lingob? A fellow told me that's where they live. 

Edessa. a what? A hobgoblin? No. nrtl Orian, in all 
this big world I am sure we will never find one. [Oktan faking 
off the gir<U,c (tad ■wivath, places on knoll. ^ 

Orian. 1 dreamed of a big white hoblingoblin last night, but 
go on, sister, tell us mor^'. [A/Y.s hoir and arroir on knoll and refAirns 
to his 'place. ^ 

Edessa. There is an old legend pertaining to that rock which 
I will tell you. If at a certain time when the moon is shining 
bright, you approach the rock backward, with eyes and hands up- 
lifted, thus repeating these words: 

" Bright lamp of heaven, I beg of thee to cast the form that T may 

see 
Tf love and joy my future tells, or if dark sorrow o'er it dwells." 

If, in turning round quickly, you behold _yon form in shadows 
white ail will be well, but if in sh ado w^s dark all will be sad. 

Orian. What was yours, Nightingale? 

Edes.sa. All dark, dark Orian. But it's nothing onl}^ idle 
superstition. The moon and the rock^ have nothing to do with 
my future happiness. [Goc.-i to Ahvern. Orian climh the knoll 
and 'places hi-'t head upon his arm. Katx-djd folloirs hvm.l 

Katy-did. Don't feel sad, Orian ; that old man in the moon 
often tells lies. 

Orian. Go away, Nippie ! Go away! I feel black and blue 
all over. [Caspian exit, L.] 

Edessa. I know thou art weary with the chase ; those charms 
of sport of which I am oittimes jealous. 

Ahvern. l_Si/ri.n(fin(i to his feet.'] What, jealous? For the first 
time Edessa in all thy life, thou hast sundered those delicate bars 
of excessive modesty. [Ptarwif/ his arm gently around her.~\ This 
day of all the year seems to me the happiest, among the birds 
from early morning to a golden sunset, and crowning all with 
the happy possession of the fairest mountain flower devoid of 
thorns. 

Edessa. Indeed, I know not why, but to-night 1 can not bear 
to have thee leave nu^. 

Ahvern. Why, sweet l6ve, 'tis the shadow upon the rock. 
See the moonlight is sorry for all tricks and falling at thy feet 
seem coaxing pardon, Come, little queen \_Gocs to knoll, picks 
wp girdle'], these favors belong to good Dame Faciei. 



Cheers without. 

Edessa. Ah ! here they come, Ahvern. [Enter lads and 
maidens^ with scarfs waving in the air.~\ Welcome, welcome all to 
8ong and dance. 

Orian. \^With skirts uplifted.^ Boys, most respectfully, me.' 

Katy-did. \_Taking hold Orian's hand, brnving lov\) Girls, 
most affectionately, we. 

Orian. [Dancing.!; 0, molasses and soda, ain't you glad you 
haven't got the toothache? 

Caspian. Now, who's to be clown ? 

All. Orian. 

Orian. Thankee ! Wait, boys, till I call Faddie. [Hands on 
knees.'] Fad-e-e-e ! No fun without her, you know. 

Dame. [In cotiage.~\ What-e-e-e! [Several run to meet her.] 

Orian. Your sweethearts want you. [Dame .stari'.s.] I'll just 
be willing to bet you mother's best soap-grease, she can beat ns 
all in the dance. 

Enter Dame from rottage. 

Dame. Welcome, fair maidens and proud lads, to our happy 
harvest revel. [Cheer^i with stcarfs.'] 

Ahvern. Now, boys, who will be the queen ? 

All. Edessa, Edessa ! 

Edessa. Nay, friends. T thank you all ; but she who, 
through all time, amid storm and sunshine, faithfully bears upon 
her broast the sacred jewels of motherhood, to-night must wear 
upon her brow the fairest wreath of honor. [Places it on her.] 

All. [Cheers and waving- scarfs, country musicians upon the knoll, 
■one blast of music] 

Caspian. Now, friends, partners. 

[Ahvern boios to Dame, Stranger to Edessa, Caspian to 
Stranger, Orian to Stranger, Stranger to Katy-did.] Two 
other couple. 

Circassian Srarf Dance. Tableau. 

[A sudden fash of Grecia.n lights upon the mmintain. All spring- 
ing to their feet in fear. Goat d.iMippear-s. OniA'S mounting the knoll.] 

Orian. Gee gorrah ! That's a goblin'hob, poor Nippie. hp 
jumped lik(^ a wild how and shot ofl' like a torn cat in a fit. 

Soldiers. Allah! Alhih ! Allah! 

Edessa. In mercy, Ahvern, what is this? 

Ahvern. It must be war's alarm, my darling. 
Enter Blondello, with Arabian Soldiers. 

Blondello. Ahvern, the King of Arabia, honors thee. 

First Officer. [Young man.] The Caliph having learned — 

■through an unknown friend — of one, a noted hunter, well skilled 

in combat, finds through the records of Bagdad, parentage, birth 

and name, asks the loyalty and valor of all his subjects. This T 

present in the name of Mahadi, twenty-second Caliph of Arabia. 

Ahvern. [Receirr.s. iinrnvcrs /?,?> head. 6o(«.s, and reads.] Holv 
Allah ! 



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Edessa. Oh, God ! Have the shadows already fallen upon 
us ? 

Ahvern. \_Unsheathing his sword, lifts it.l In the name of the 
Most High God, I obey the voice of my king and country ! 
\_Shenthes his sivord.'] With a few words to those I love I am 
ready even now. My friends! Our joys to-night, perhaps for me 
will be the last, take with it memory, my thanks for all the past. 
Caspian, as a king would guard his purest crown jewel, I give into 
your trust my only star of hope ; as friends we have loved, as broth- 
ers we part. Dame and Katy-did, mother and sister, Heaven can 
only repay, the pure love and care bestowed for years upon me. 
Orian, I give to you my belt, my bow and quiver. When alone 
among the birds and flowers of dear old Kazbeck, Orian pray for 
me ! Edessa \_foldin(i her in his arms], my faith and country call 
for help. The hero at home must prove no coward abroad. Be 
brave, my Nightingale ! Take this [imdasping a chain from his 
neck, clasps it around Edessa's.] 'Tis the amulet of love; wear it 
upon thy breast; and, Oh, God! should the time e'er come thou 
wouldst forget me for another, in heaven's name I ask that thou 
will send it back through some faithful messenger. But if all the 
powers combined should fail to separate our hearts, though we 
pass through the shadow of death, on earth or in heaven, I'll 
claim thee my bride. Farewell ! [Starts off.] 

Edessa. [Starting after him. xoildly.'] Oh, Ahvern, Ahvern ! 
shouldst thou fall by the foe, and a slow, lingering death pin- 
ion thy agonized soul, send me word by an Arab brave, that 
swift on the back of my Persian steed, I may dash from the moun- 
tain's topmost height down to the silent depths of the lonely 
gorge and bear my haunted heart in search of thee ! Or, if thou 
shouldst die — and never again our hands be clasped this side of 
heaven, I swear to seek, through God and His priests, the only 
path to thee. On that golden bridge of Sanctity, that spans from 
Time to Eternity, I will await thee, Ahvern. Farewell! [Martial 
m,imc. Tableau.] 

Scene II.— Elapse of Many Months. 

Mountain Scene. The great shadow rock. At its base a broad 
ledge covered with Persian robe. Edessa asleep upon the ledge 
with one hand clasping the amulet. Guardian angel above the 
rock. Soft music. 

Angel. Edessa, child of a Christian race, the clouds of sor- 
row are gathering fast above thy fair head. Be pure as thou art 
and brave. God's mercy will attend thee. Thy royal father and 
loving sister live to bless thee. Heaven's reward will crown the 
end. 

Enter Blondello, R. 

Blondello. Ha, ha! Alone with her at last. From my story 
she thinks Ahvern dead. Now the amulet must be returned. As 
he still lives and I have failed through the guise of a lie to win 
her I shall resort to a venomous sting, at the very core of her lov- 
er's heart, which will separate the proud hero from his promised 
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bride forever. She is doubtless of illustrious birth and worth a 
mighty contest. This magic almond flower is said to so charm 
its victim in slumber as to make it smile and talk. Hark, I have 
sent them astray in a short road at last to meet me here. As friend 
Rustram leaves for the army I must secure this amulet, which he 
will return to Ahvern with an honest account of his last inter- 
view and this our betrothment scene. ]^Soft music.'] [Blondello 
kneels beside Edessa. Holds the flower to her nose and takes the chain 
from her neck. Sits at her head upon the ledge, lifts her form into his 
arms, places one arm around his neck, still holding the floiver to her 
nose.] 

Edessa. \_Smiling.'] My own brave love. 

Blondello. Sleep, sleep my darling ! Thy lover will guard 
thee from harm. f 

Edessa. \_Starting up, smiles, falls hack upon Blondello's breast.] 
Blondello. Now she is mine ! What more can I ask as a 
proof of her faithlessness to Ahvern. [Edessa, from his hand too 
close, struggles for breath and throios the flower from him.] 

Blondello. Heavens ! Through my nervousness I have held 
my hand too close. What a fool I am. Now all will be lost. 
Why in the name of Pluto don't they come. That tempting 
thing ! I would give the booty of a year this moment to pos- 
sess it. 

Edessa. \_Moves her arms sloioly falling from his neck.] 
Blondello. \_Alarmed.] Ha, she wakes ! Sleep on, sweet 
love, and dream of future joys. 

Edessa. l_Rises and looks inquiringly at him, as if half asleep.] 
Who is it? Where am I? 

Blondello. [Turning his face aioay.] 'Tis Ahvern, fear not. 

Edessa. \_Struggling with arms pinioned.] Oh, heaven, that 

voice! No, no; 'tis not Ahvern. 'Tis the deadly cobra that holds 

me now within its coil. Release my form or brave an injured 

woman's wrath. 

Blondello. [ With desperation.] Nay ! 'Tis now too late ! 
Thou hast slept upon this breast, within these arms. The world 
shall know my triumph ! In virtue's honor thou art bound, and 
dare no longer defy my love ! 

Edessa. I do, I do ! and scorn the vile and treacherous art of 
gaining power through sleeping helplessness ! If thou wilt not 
release me honorably, then I swear to denounce thee to the law 
as the assassin of Carmeah, the Arabian maid who fell from thy 
bloody hand ! [Edessa thnnvs Blondello off, who staggers pale 
and trembling and drops the amulet] 

Blondello. [ Wildly.] 'Tis false ! I tried to save her from 
the mountain thieves. What man or woman will dare stand as 
witness against me ? 

Edessa. I alone ! And will pledge my soul to two witnesses 
and one thief! 

Blondello. Two witnesses; pray, who was the other? 

Edessa. The mountain brave — Ahvern ! 

Blondello. [Grasping his hair.] Ahvern ! [Aside.] And 



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still he lives. May the imps of the Infernal blast him soul and 
body in the very next battle. 

Edessa. Aye, Ahvern ! Could his voice be heard from the 
tomb he would brand thee guilty of death. \_Sees the amulet; springs 
to pick it up.'\ Great God ! my cherished amulet ! [Blondello 
catches her hand, holding ^Y.] 

Edessa. In the name of the saints, what dost thou mean ? 
Ah, thou didst steal it when like a child I slept. \_Tears from her 
hosomi a diamond necklace.^ Behold the bait that tempted thee to 
take the life of Carmeah [Blondello /a^fe back'], found concealed 
among thy clothes ; and dare ever again to cast the shadow of a 
spider's thread across my life of purity. \_Titrns to leave him. 
Blondello creeps up behind her, but when about to spring is met by 
Caspian. Dame Fadel and Rustram enter, R.] 

Caspian. Sister, friend Rustram wishes to say farewell before 
leaving to join the Saracens. 

Rustram. [Approaching and taking Edessa's hand.] Yes, sweet 
lady, with invitation from Blondello I came, and seek from one 
so pure a parting blessing. 

Edessa. Indeed, I thank thee for so great a compliment, and 
in saying farewell, I beseech [Rustram kneels] the Almighty to 
keep thee soul and body. 

Rustram. [Rising and kissing her hand.] Lady, farewell ! [Exit 
Rustram and Blondello.] 

Caspian. [Leading Edessa, L.] Nightingale, what has hap- 
pened ? So strange a look upon thy face. If Blondello is at fault 
by all that's holy I'll make him pay to me a handsome price. 
[Taking both hands.] 

Edessa. [With head boived.] We have merely quarreled, 
brother. I have been very weak, you know, and no doubt in the 
future he will understand me better. 

Enter Katy-did, wrapped in a big table cover, running out of breath, 
one shoe off in hand. 

Katy-did. Oh-o-o-o, my ! Oh-o-o-o, my ! [Shivering and shak- 
ing.] 

Edessa. Poor darling! What is the matter? [Squeals and 
catches her breath.] 

Katy-did. Ghost, ghost, ghost! Oh-o-o-o — o-o! Real live 
ghosts. No graveyard dead ghost. Oh-o-o ! Got soldiers heads on 
in bright day-light. Poor Orian, he must be in a vault by this 
time. Oh, don't let them get me ! I never will flirt with the 
peddlers again. I'll darn all the holes in my stockings, and say 
my prayers all the time. 

Enter Orian loith a big flourish of parchment. 

Orian. Oh, sister, sister Edessa ! Lookee, lookee here ! 
Katy-did. [Running to him.] Orian, Orian! are you alive? 
Orian. Alive! Well, I haven't examined myself, but I think 
I am. I hope I am. [Feels his head.] 
Dame. What is it? W^hatisit? 



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Oman. Read, read, Caspian ! 

Edessa. Pray, where did you get it, Orian ? 

Orian. Well, sister Nightingale, some big white soldiers like 
Sunday ghosts on big white horses — 

Katy-did. Sun. — Monuments by moonlight.— 

Orian. [Shakes his head yes.'] Told me to give it to the Lady 
Edessa. I asked them to feel at home and help themselves to 
water, when they all sot and grinned at me like so many fool 
sparks, and I grinned back. [Grins.l 0, fishhooks and poison, 
what a skerry set they are. 

Katy-did. I tell you, Orie, it made me sick with earache and 
lumbago. 

Orian. What's that ? 

Katy-did. Don't know. The Gypsy said she had it. 

Caspian. [Reads.'] 

MoKANNA Palace. 

Mem. 

1, Hakem, Prophet of Khorassan, descendant of God, to 
gather the fairest and brave for the holiest lessons of heavenly 
love. 'Tis at the close of this sad year we mourn our priestess 
dead, and wait to crown thee purest maid as Virgin Queen of the 
White Clothed Realm. Thou, Edessa, would I place as priestess 
upon my throne. 

Edessa. Oh, joy, joy too great! Safe from Blondello. To be 
led by the Prophet o'er that golden bridge, Ahvern, to thee ! 

Orian. Say, sister Nightingale, don't go? Why them fel- 
lers look like so many walking tombstones of a dark moonlight 
night. 

Katy-Did. Please, sweet Lady Edessa, stay at home with us. 
I expect you'll have to sleep in a grave every night. [Cries.] 
Oh, ho, ho, ho ! don't go, don't go, don't go ! 

Orian. There, don't be so simple. This Prophet is a big 
giant king, as tall as that tree, and he wears a long white veil that 
floats all around him as he walks, like so many sheets propped 
high on a clothes-line ; and his white boys told me that you could 
see him fifty miles away. 0, cramps and blisters ! I hope I'll 
never see him. 

Katy-did. Fifty miles ! That's a big white 1 . 

Orian. No, no! I was wrong. It is the moon he makes 
that you can see so far away. Why, them boys trembie all over 
when they speak of it. 

Katy-did. Moon ! Does he make moons to sell ? 

Orian. [Puffing out his cheeks.] Yes, awful moons! Gob- 
hoblin's moons ! and they come out of a big, deep well. 

Katy-did. That's nothing ; I've often seen a moon and stars 
in our well. 

Orian. Yes ; but they didn't come out when you called 'em, 
like his does. Oh, gingerbread and pepper-sauce, I hope I'll 
uever see him ! 



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Katy-did and Orian. \_Both clasping Edessa. Orian and 
Katy-did on their knees.'] Please, please, sweet lovely sister, don't, 
don't go ! 

Edessa. [Kissing both.] Why, my faithful darlings ! you are 
both moonstruck. Have no fear, and I will tell you all about 
him. 

Orian. Do you know him, sister? 

Edessa. Only through that strange, strange traveler, who 
came one year ago. You remember that handsome kinglike man, 
who gave me Nipple and the Persian robe in exchange for the 
songs I sang? 

Katy-did. Remember ! I cried three days when he was 
gone. I was as much in love with him as he was with you. 

Orian. Katy-didn't. 

Katy-did. Katy-did ! and then his voice, and his way of 
talking ! such beautiful words ! I shall never forget. Oh, I was 
crushed ! I could just worship that man ! 

Orian. So was 1 — crushed — I loved him so. Maybe he was 
the big white Prophet in disguise, hunting for a priestess, to find 
the sweetest, purest flower of the mountain. 

Edessa. Oh, no ; but I really believed him to be a great man. 

Caspian. What was it, sister, he told you, pertaining to this 
Prophet? [Katy-did and Orian rise.'] 

Edessa. He said that the Prophet has power to view the 
world beyond, and hold communion with his God. He rules 
wdth love and seeks to share life's common burden daily with his 
people. While in return all nations flock with loyalty beneath 
his floating motto: "God and Freedom." So rapid his increase 
of power and splendor, that kings and bishops have cause to 
tremble. 

Dame. But the veil, Edessa: Why must he wear the veil ? 

EdesSxA.. That was my first question, mother, at which he 
laughing, answered : "A problem for the world to solve. Some 
deem it a disfigured face, or the loss of an eye from an arrow 
wound. Others, that the light of Divinity crowns the brow, de- 
nying sinful gaze the holy privilege of a saint. If I am permitted 
a voice with sage and philosophers — the truth is still veiled, and 
judgment gone astray." Then, with his hand placed lightly upon 
my head, looking an unutterable something into my ej^es, he said : 
" What would this little oracle proclaim ? What thinkest thou of the 
Prophet's veil, Edessa ?" Trembling and confused, I for moment 
bowed my head, then simpl^y answered. To me it seems a talisman, 
worn to sustain the purest homage, akin to awe, from the loftiest 
to the lowliest subject. lie wildly clapped his hands and almost 
shouted, "This shall be remembered; Solomon in all his wisdom 
could not have answered better." Go, now, Orian, bear our humble 
welcome to the Prophet's messengers, and say we a"\vait them here. 

Dame. [ With arms about Edessa.] Oh, Edessa, Nightingale, 
my child ! must we part forever ? 

Edessa. Nay, mother! Will you leave Blondello and go 
with me ? 



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Dame. Yes, Oh yes ! if the rest may go. Blondello has almost 
broken my heart. {^Softly.'] He is not my child. 

Edessa and Caspian. Thank God! \_Notes from the Prophet's 
Herald. Katy springs behind Caspian. Enter Orian with eight 
white-clothed officers. 1 

First Officer. \_Bending loti\'\ Honored Lady, in the name 
of our Holy Prophet Chief, I present this message. Will await 
the answer. 

Edessa. My decision rests upon a word. \_Opens scroll and 
reads :] "Let the maiden bring her own selected friends that she 
may ever be happy." With thanks to God and his Prophet, I am 
satisfied the order shall be signed and all conditions filled without 
delay. 

Officer. \_Kissing her hand.'] May the Prophet's blessing at- 
tend you. 

Orian. Indian turnips and buttermilk! but he's a bold 
ghost. I never had the face to do that. Nippie'll be jealous. 
\_Soft music.'] 

Edessa. Farewell, dear old Kazbek ! Farewell to tlie past 
with its loved and lost. Ahvern ! no, no ! not farewell ! Thy 
spirit will follow where I go : hand in hand thou and my angel 
guardian. God ! to Thee, one little prayer to keep me pure and 
true. \_All kneel. The Angel appears above the rock with cross of crim- 
son jewels. Voices chanting. Tableau.] ' 

Scene III. 

Arabia — City of Bagdad. 

Evening in the Grand Saloon of the Caliph's Palace. Each 
side G. C. D. Banners " Night " and " Shadow." Center of stage 
small platform of flowers. Large mirror, L. \_Enter Lamar and 

DOTTO MURR.] 

Lamar. \_Reading.'] " Go to the Grand Saloon. Madine will 
then explain." Dotto, do you see the page ? 

DoTTO. I do! right before me with a pair of wings. In day- 
light or in darkness, with eyelids up or eyelids down, I see her 
always — CA^ery where — within my mind. Why, that child is 
stamped upon my heart like a plaster on a bruise. 

Lamar. [ With grunt.] Well, that sounds rather queer. If not 
intruding on some tender points, I'd like to interrogate this 
strange delusion. [Drawing near and stepping on Dotto's toes.] 

DoTTO. {Jivmping.] If you wish [limping] to avoid all tender 
points don't come quite so near my toes. They are not very well 
at present and besides not making any new acquaintances. 

Lamar. I beg your injured pardon! But, will you explain 
the similitude between Madine's image on your heart and a plas- 
ter on a bruise? 

DoTTO. [^I.S'irfg.] {By Jove, the old chip Is interested.) Well, it's 
simply this — I have had the queerest feeling down my arms into 



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my very finger tips, and it runs like lightning, while my heart, 
like a mouse that is tied to a string, keeps up the fun by jumping. 
Do you know what that is? 

Lamar. Well — hardly. 

DoTTO. IPerplezed.'] Can you remember— when a little boy — 
of getting into a great big swing, while from behind some friendl}'' 
chum gave an awful sudden push and sent you skimming into 
space, which caused the holding of your breath, combined with 
joy and fear? 

Lamar. Yes, many and many a time. I can almost feel it 
now — that wonderful expressionless effect of passing through the 
air. 

DoTTO. \_Excited.'] Can you, that wild and glorious thrill that 
nearly made you jump and risk a broken neck? 

Lamar. Ay, the expression is beyond the pen of man to 
trace. 

DoTTO. Yes, good ! that's it, that's it ! 

Lamar. What's it? The swing has nothing to do with the 
image and the plaster. 

DoTTO. But don't you understand ? 

Lamar. No, by the Roman gods, I don't ! 

DoTTo. [^dl.sjrfe.] I'm somewhat mixed myself. Let me see. 
Oh, yes ! now I know just where I am. Why, that's just the way 
I feel when I see Madine or touch her hand ; and when she goes 
away my heart is sore, until her face and smiles return and heal 
me, like a plaster on a bruise. 

Lamar. Well, this is more than strange. Perhaps you are 
paralyzed ! 

DoTTO. I know I am when she is near. 

Lamar. "When she." Why do you call him " her and she?" 
Madine's a boy. 

DoTTO. I beg your pardon, she's a girl. 

Lamar. Thunder and lightning ! He is ? Who told you this, 
and why this strange deception ? 

DoTTO. There's no deception ; never has been in the slightest 
way. As all before, in her position, have claimed the stronger- 
sex there has been no question asked. She is a little captive 
Greek, and her voice so charmed the Prince he set her free and 
raised her to this post of trust. Ah", here she comes ! 

Enter Madine, C. D. 

Madine. I am charmed to meet our majesty's friends, and 
would here impart the Caliph's great desire. The Prince having 
returned, and being weary, refuses courtly claims to meet the 
royal circle, His Grace, the counselor, and our genial friend 
among the honored guests expected here to-night. Alas ! alas ! 
for the butterfly's charm ! Or had I the wings of a bat, how 
gracefully I'd circle round their heads. 

DoTTO. And how awkwardly we'd aim at yours. Ah ! Madine, 
you had better be — 



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Madine. a bird, a floating feather-bed, and sail through air 
with — 

DoTTO. Beetles, June-bugs and bunible-bees. Ha, ha, ha! 
Come, my pretty dreamer, the hour is late for birdlings out of 
nest. You'd better go to roost, or accept a night-owl's wing. 
[Madine taJces Dotto's ar-m. Soityids from the Herald. Lamar, 
DoTTO and Madine advance, homing, to meet the Caliph. Music, 
'' Ccdiph of Bagdad:'] 

Enter, Soldiers arid Court. 

[Page, Caliph and Sultaness, Prince and Carmeah, all prom- 
enade. Caliph gives Sultaness to Lamar, Prince gives Carmeah 
to Gen. Caliph and Prince advance front.] 

Caliph, [i?.] Thinkest thou, Haroun, this treaty with Irene 
will prove lasting and secure? 

Prince. Indeed, so I trust. The Greeks have yielded to our 
greatest claim, and now my fears are nearer home. 

Caliph. Whom dost thou fear? 

Prince. Why, father, Hakem, the Prophet Veiled ! The 
comet man who threatens soon to sweep the universe. Within his 
trail the sudden splendor of his power and wealth the world has 
never known before. Hast thou not heard ? 

Caliph. Aye, aye! 

Prince. And dost thou not fear? 

Caliph. No more than at the sound of the cricket's chirp. 
Ha, ha, ha ! A veiled enthusiast, insane, no doubt, who wears a 
silver mask to hide a broken nose. These factions often rise, but 
sooner fall beneath our frown. Thy cousin, Carmeah, soon de- 
parts for Khorassan's sunny clime. 

Prince. Father, surely thou wilt not send her there? 

Caliph. Aye, her health demands. But since you so much 
fear, as Romans they may go. \_Leads Sultaness to a royal seat, R.] 

Prince. \_Aside.] From all that I have heard, our banners, 
" Night " and " Shade," will not rest long. This Prophet is our 
foe ! 

' Carmeah. [L.] Please tell us the news from camp. Any thing 
from Rome? I'm hungry for a morsel of gossip. 

Prince. \^Taking her hand and kissing it.] Not from Rome, 
fair one; but from the camp quite a startling incident. \_Leads 
her to a seat, L.; all seated.] The night before I left the camp, an 
alarm was given ; a maiden fell at the door of my tent from the 
dart of a Saracen. The wound was slight. She fainted from the 
shock, but in falling naurmured, " I seek the Prince." She is be- 
lieved to be the proud avenger of our Christian slaves. I left 
command for her to follow. 

Sultaness. How very strange ! I can not think of her as 
spy. 

Prince. Carmeah, what of this mountain romance through 
old Kazbek ? Was the villain evet caught ? 

Carmeah. Indeed I know not. 'Twas said the thieves were 
a mountain band. We had all dismounted, and I thoughtlessly 



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strayed in search of flowers, when a blow on my head sent the 
life from my heart. I awoke, being nursed by an old dame 
and a beautiful mountain maid. The old dame told me many 
tales; but one of her adopted children, Caspian and Night- 
ingale — 

Caliph. [Starting up.] Caspian! [Aside.'] Oh, God! Go 
on, Carmeah, go on. 

Cabmeah. The boy, quite young, was found within the near- 
est grove. 

Caliph. What could indicate his rank ? 

Carmeah. Nothing! Ah, yes, I remember. The clasp of a 
broken necklace, with, diamond pendant; also, the name of 
"Caspian," carved in Greek. This was found caught among the 
curls 9f his hair. [Caliph covers his face.] 

Caliph. Carmeah, what of the maiden, Nightingale, and why 
so strangely named ? 

CarMeah. a year passed by. The hour was late, when a 
nightingale beside the window perched, and sang so loud and 
long, the boy awoke, and talking to the bird, aroused the older 
ones, when lo ! upon the porch, within a dainty braided bed, a fair 
and lovely infant slept. Upon its shawl, in golden threads, the 
name " Edessa." From that hour they called her Nightingale. 

Caliph. [ Wringing his hands and walking the floor.] Thank 
God ! Thank God ! Nothing else. Carmeah ? 

Carmeah. Within Edessa's basket, a fortune of gold, the old 
dame said. 

Caliph. [ Wildly.] To-morrow ! Oh, to-morrow, Arabia's 
swiftest messengers shall depart for the mountains of Kazbek. 

SiiLTANEss. Your Majesty, why so strangely affected? 

Caliph. [Confused.] The children of a friend, now dead, to 
whom I pledged my honor; but being deceived by a trusted 
guardian, all search having failed, I knew not of their existence. 

SuLTANESS. What other inembers, cousin, in that rustic 
home ? 

Carmeah. Blondello, Orian and Ahvern. The latter a noted 
Kazbek hunter, 

Prince. [Springing up.] Ahvern? 

Carmeah. Dost thou know him? 

Prince. Alas, yes! He joined our ranks. His valor soon 
outstripped his years. Was ensign of our banner '' Night." I 
saw him fall in its sacred folds and borne away to die. 

Carmeah. Alas, poor Edessa! 

SuLTANEss. Nay, he may not be dead, but captive to the 
Greek. 

Prince. Come hither, Madine! our evening bird. Let's have 
a song without thy wings. Come! Carol this unexpected gloom 
away. [Queen's page leads her front to King, hoivs. then leads her front, 
then bows to her and retires to place.] Song: "Captive Greek Girl." 

Caliph. Come one, come all ! We'll pledge with wine and 
drink to the valiant Ahvern. [Music behind scenes. Exit all except 
DoTTO and Madine.] 
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Madine. [Looking in the glass fixing herself. 1 I like Dotto bet- 
ter than wine. 

Dotto. [Front.^ By the god Apollo, now's my time! If I 
could only commence with the right words I might win her. Let 
me see ! She wants to be a bird. Now, what kind of a bird would 
she be like? [Thinks.^ Now I have it! [Looks all around, whis- 
tles.'] Polly, Polly ! pretty Poll ! Polly want a — cracker ? 

Madine. [Running to him.] Oh, Dotto Murr ! have we a par- 
rot here? I would love to see one. 'Tis said the}^ can sing and 
talk. 

Dotto. Well, I'll be willing to swear that this one can. 

Madine. Please show me where it is? 

Dotto. Ah, but that's a secret. 

Madine. Dotto Murr — this is a joke! I know it is. 

Dotto. Perhaps it is. Ha, ha, ha! But I'll give you my 
heart if that bird's not here within this very room. 

Madine. [Aside.] Give me his heart. Oh, now, don't I wish 
it was not here? 

Dotto. Now, Madine, if I show it to you will you give it to 
me? 

Madine. The bird is not mine to give. 

Dotto. Yes, it is. The Prince has set it free, and now it is 
all your own; but I'm sick to claim it mine. I love it so. 

Madine. [Spitefully.] Then you can have it. Such a silly 
man all about a funn}^ little bird. [Aside.] I hate anything he 
loves instead of me. Ah, me ! of all the birds I'd like to be its 
just the one he loves. 

• DoTTO. Sweetheart [taking her hands], do you promise ftiith- 
fully to never take it back ? 

Madine. I will never — never— never take it back. [Aside.] 
What a wonderful bird ! 

DoTTO. The bird is mine ! The bargain's sealed ! Come, 
Polly! Poll, jjretty Poll ! [Near the lake or mirj-or.] There it is! 
Look quick, Madine, before it flies. Do you see it? [Putting his 
arms around her.] 

Madine. No. Where? 

DoTTO. There, within my arms, the sweetest singer in the 
court! and now its allmy own. Sold! Sold cheap, my darling. 
[Kissing her. Enter G. G. D., Lamar. Madine and Dotto embar- 
rassingly separate.] 

Lamar. 'Tis well for you, my friends, that I am first. The 
others might not understand sensations in a swing. Ha, ha, ha! 

Enter Guards, as before, two supporting the banner staffs. Courtiers 
Caliph and Carmeah, Prince and Sultaness. G. C. D. 

[Three strikes of the Palace signal bell. All startled.] 

Caliph. Ha ! what means that bell ? The sands are low. 
Prince. The strokes were three, a stranger proclaimed. 

Enter the Herald, G. C. D. 



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Herald. \_Bowing very low.l Your Majesty ! An escort from 
the Imperial Camp. 

Pjrince. Have they in charge a wounded maid ? 

Herald. They have, my Liege. 

Caliph. Then bade them enter here, and mark ! provide an 
easy chair. The maid is ill and weary. \_Exit Herald, C. D. 

\_The Caliph seated between the Prince and Sultaness. Carmeah 
and Lamar ivpon the divan. Dotto Murr and Madine on Persian 
chairs. '\ 

Soft music. Enter G. C. D., Soldiers, loi'^A chair redialing, placing 
it center. Enter Herald, /oWoicec? by one of the guard, supporting the 
Greek maid, Corinna. T/iey bow to Royalty and place the maiden in 
her chair. 

Prince. I fear the Gen's prompt desire to grant obedience 
has overstepped a higher claim, that of guarding life. 

Corinna. My Liege, permit me, in his absence, to defend his 
cause ! From my great desire he gave consent. I come not as a 
slave, nor as a captive chained, but as a wounded harbinger with 
tidings of the lost and found. But ere I lay my trust before your 
wondering eyes I ask protection, and a pledge to let me peacefully 
depart; nor cross my path with insult to whatever faith I bear, 
as I have honored yours by nursing back to life one of Islam's 
creed ; so, in exchange, I ask that you will honor mine. 

Caliph. Fair maid, th}^ words are unalloyed ! We pledge the 
honor of our realm to entertain thee safely here, and guard thy 
journey home. So now fear not, but all reveal. 

Corinna. With thankful heart, Your Majesty ! My story is 
quickly told. Among the prisoners on Byzantium's plains, a 
youth returns to life. Just how, or where, I met him, would be a 
tedious tale. Sufltice it now, he lires, and sends a message to his 
Prince, with a hope that some of the royal household may meet 
Kazbek travel, who will spread the rumor there. I would not 
trust his messenger, so dared to cross the line alone. Knowing 
the Caliph's wide renown of unsullied godly honor, and being 
in the right, I had no fear of harm. This noble youth has suf- 
fered much. His name is Ahvern. \_All start ivith surprise.^ 

Prince. Ahvern! Thank God he lives ! 

Caliph. Aye, for bondage, unlike the grave, may yield a 
trembling hope. 

Carmeah. Oh, joy untold for Nightingale ! 

Caliph. Fair maid, thy mission is a holy one ; we seldom 
know of an act like this. I thought thou wert no spy. 

Corinna. [^Springing to herfeet.^ A spy, Oh, God! I am here 
unarmed, except [takes a crimson cross from her bosom and kisses itl 
with this. 

. Soldiers. A Christian! a Christian! \_All springing to their 
feet.-] 

Corinna. Aye ! as an humble follower of a God whose incar- 
nate brow was crowned and crimsoned with jeweled thorns, I know 
not fear ! 



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Head Officer. Up with the crescent! [Their banners 
are hoisted.'] Down with the cross! We will grind it into the 
dust ! 

CoRiNNA. [Mounts platform, holding the cross high above her 
head.~\ Never ! I swear by the sign above the sun, never to yield 
it up. ! [Uncovering the ivoimdupon her breast.'] There ! take your 
aim a second time ! My life is God's ; the cross is mine ! [ilolds 
it to her breast.] 

First Officer. Death to the foe ! [All the soldiers drawing 
their swords. First Officer springs to grasp the crvss Corinna again 
holding above her head.] 

Caliph. Hold 1 cowards, hold ! Your Caliph's honor has 
been pledged. Let no one dare again cast the shadow of his 
hand upon her sinless robes ! [Music. Tableau. Slow curtain.] 



ACT II. 

Scene I — The City of Meru, Khorassan. 

Interior Prophet's summer palace. Fountains, banners, gar- 
lands and statuary. Groups of youths and maidens in Orien- 
tal costumes. Grotto in the distance. 

Tableau — As curtain rises. 

Center of stage. Edessa kneeling. The Prophet blessing. 
Prophet facing the people. At his right white-clothed guards, 
priests, light-bearers. Edessa, L. Nine vestal virgins with lighted 
lamp, flower-bearers and guests, kneeling before the Prophet. 

Prophet. Thy Prophet'B blessing attend his people ! May 
religious liberty and prosperity be their share. [ Vestal virgins ris- 
ing and standing on either side.] Upon the head of this fair vestal 
bride I now invoke our Holy Allah's smile. [Receiving a box.] I 
anoint her Priestess of this Imperial Realm. To her let the high- 
est homage be given, second only to Him the keeper of your 
souls. Arise, sweet Priestess ! and let our subjects now behold 
God's choicest giift to man. I yield thee to the most illustrious 
of thy sex. Our Roman guests will entertain thee until the hour 
is past, when thy Prophet will return to claim the sacred right of 
holy converse beneath the moon. [Exit Prophet, priests and light- 
bearers, C. A.] 

First Lady. Holy Priestess! 'Tis my honored privilege here 
to-night to bear thee company. [Lifts Edessa's veil.] Just Heaven ! 
Oh, Edessa, Edessa! 

Edessa. Carmeah ! Do I dream ? No, no ! 'Tis the Arabian 
maid, safe and well. 

Carmeah. Oh, Nightingale ! had I a kingdom I would give 
it all to know how thou art here. 

Edessa. To-morrow Carmeah, to-morrow ! [Page with white 
banner leads to music. Exit C. A., all follow.] 



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Enter C, Orian ivith garland of honeysuckles around his neck. Exam- 
ines his new clothes. Looks all around. 

Orian. Oh, twinkling stars and lightning bugs ! but I can't 
help looking at myself. [_Dancing and singing. 1 And I feel just 
as sweetly as a real honey-suckle, with the flies and the bees 
[Katy-did enter L. Steals up behind him, dressed quaint, with long- 
haixdlecl feather fan'\ buzzing around. 

Katy-did. \_Tickles his neck, Orian slapping the spot.'] Well, for 
once in my life, I told the truth. [^Tickles and slapping again.'] 
Darn that plaguey fly ! I wish I wasn't so sweet. Just fet me 
catch it once. \_Catching at air.] Oh, that awful silver veil ! I 
wish he'd take it off and rest awhile; how it worries me. Now, I 
have always been called a fool, and I know I am a fool, but I 
hope to be turned into something still softer and without hurting 
anybody's feelings. I never was in such a big company of my 
own sort before. One of them white fellers told me that the Pro- 
phet's face is like the sun. I'd like to catch him asleep. I'd lift 
his veil and look at him through smoked glass. Nipple's the boy! 
Yesterday he stood on his hind legs when the Prophet passed and 
nipped his veil. Gorrah ! but I was pleased when Old Silver 
Chief turned round ; but to-day he wears a girdle of golden bells. 

Orian. 0, Katy-did, Katy-did ! Where have you Aid ? 
where have you Aid? Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, 
thump ! My head is red, my heart is lead, and all my limbs are 
dead, dead, dead ! Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, 
thump, thump, thump. \_S its flat on the floor, throws /limsclf back. 
Oh, Katy-did.^ Oh, Katy-did.^ Looks up. Katy-did fanning him. 
Orian looking at her.] Rainbows and sunset clouds! What a 
humming-bird you are. {^Holding hand over eyes.] Who dressed 
you, Katy-did ? 

Katy-did. I dressed myself, and my Egyptian slave washed 
my feet and combed my hair. I'm now Lady Kat}^, and don't 
forget it ! 

Orian. Silver pills and licorice tonic, you are ! What a 
change! Halloo! What's this? \_Pulling at her old green dress 
under the fine ooie.] 

Katy-did. ^Arigry.] Orian, what common impertinence; 
stop ! 

Orian. Ha, ha, ha, ha ! If that ain't her old green Katy-did 
dress she wore in the mountain — the one the Gypsy gave her — I 
give up. [Kat^ tucking it up and looking ashamed.] Oh, take it 
off, Katy — Lady Katy; don't wear it any more. I believe you 
think there's a charm about that old green rag just because the 
Gypsies gave it to you — take it off! 

Katy-did. I won't do it Orian — no, not if I had to dress as 
fine as the Priestess! 

Orian. Why? 

Katy-did. I'll tell you. Sweetie, if you'll promise you'll 
never tell. Will you? 

Orian. Yes — no ! 



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Katy-did. Will you tell? 

Orian. No ! 

Katy-did. Will you promise? 

Orian. Yes ! 

Katy-did. Cross your heart. [_Crosses his heart.~\ Now does it 
show ? 

Orian. No; but its there all the same. [Rises.^ 

Katy-did. Won't you tell? 

[Orian shakes his head, crosses his heart, crosses his forehead, 
c7'osses his hands and crosses his feet.^ 

Katy-did. Well, Old Beauie, the Gypsies told me that this 
very goods was woven by their queen, who breathed upon the 
cloth a prayerful blessing. She said that as long as the garment 
could be worn in any shape, the wearer would escape all danger. 
" Deed and double, 'pon my word and sacred honor," she did. 

Orian. Faith, Hope and Charity! are j^ou going to wear it 
till you die? 

Katy-did. Yes, just as long as it hangs on to me. [IF/w'sper.] 
Hark! Orian, some one is coming. [^Standimj L.] 

Enter Dame and Blondello, R. 

Dame. Yes, she is Priestess now — wedded to God forever. 

Blondello. C'tieese it! Why did I not get here sooner? 
What, in the name of Pluto, does all this mean, leaving me 
behind without a word ? It's a dirty trick. 

Orian. I thought it a clean way of getting rid of dirt. Blon- 
dello, there's some one coming! Hide yourself and your com- 
mon clothes ! 

Blondello. The thunder you say, brindle mop! \_Exit all L.'] 

Enter R., Carmeah, Caspian, Dotto Murr and Lamar. 

Carmeah. See! Could I but stay these sands ! The Prophet 
will soon return. Go find her if thou can'st, and tell her all. 

Lamar. Nay, do not fear; we'll follow them. Edessa shall 
know and be saved for Ahvern at the point of the steel. 

Carmeah. Hark! 'Tis the Prophet's voice! [Carmeah exit 
R., Gen., L.] 

Dotto. XThinkin<i.'\ I am in doubt about this bravery of 
ours. A man who can make a Avonderful moon out of nothing 
can surely mak^ a wonderful nothing out of us — Oh-o-o! \_Shiver- 
ing, L.] 

Enter C. A., Prophet and Priestess. • 

Prophet. \_Gently leading her.'] Art thou weary, beauteous 
Priestess, with the revelry to-night? The honors all are thine! 
I gladly yield them to my queen. There's naught my soul would 
not attempt to purchase splendor for thine eyes. The world shall 
be reconquered for thy sake, while I, the victor of them all, 
will bow an humble serf beneath thy smile. Come, tell me, art 
thou happ}' ? 

Priestess. Oh, Prophet holy! My debt of gratitude can only 
equal those boundless honors that shower upon me ! 



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Prophet. Come, my dainty Queen, I've a secret to impart. 
Tlie Fairy Grotto is not far; we'll seek new happiness beneath 
its arch. [Music. Exit Prophet and Priestess through side arch; 
seen, through C. A., entering the gi'otto.'] 

Scene II — A Perfectly White Corridor. 
Enter L., Dame, CarmeAh, Madine and Katy-did. 

Dame. Who told you this, Katy-did? 

Katy-did. Orian, mother. He sees, hears and knows every- 
thing that's going on. Why, all the women in the realm are talk- 
ing about it. I think the wind, when it blew the veil from his 
face, must'have whispered it to all creation. 

Carmeah. The people of Khorassan almost worshiped him 
before this revelation, and now that he has been seen, and is so 
handsome, his court will be turned into a lunatic asylum, the 
women raving mad. All surmise as regards his deformity at 
birth is now at an end. No more calf-heads or monkey faces, but 
the god Apollo. And if so beautiful in slumber, what must the 
charm of a smile-wreathed face, illumined with the luster of soul- 
speaking eyes, be? Aside from his great desire to reform, culti- 
vate, make happy and prospei'ous his kingdom, he seems to have 
but two objects of love, viz.: the Priestess Edessa and his jeweled 
statue of Apollo. 

Katy-did. I think, if all the worship from his people could 
be boiled down, it would measure just one-half pint to the gal- 
lon he bestows upon her. 

Carmeah. And she is indifferent to him as he is to his peo- 
ple — thinks and lives only in memory of Ahvern, alas, alas! 

Madine. As for my part, I fear him as a sheep might fear a 
lion, yet am perfectly spell-bound at the sound of his voice. 

Dame. How do we know this story of the wind and the veil 
to be true ? 

Katy-did. Why, the Prophet's Perfect Prince Page— P. P. P., 
Plume, Pearls and "Placard — told his mother; his mother told her 
sister; the sister told her husband; the husband told his brother; 
the brother told his sweetheart; the sweetheart told her bosom 
friend ; that bosom friend told Orian, and Orian, of course, told 
me. And now we have all promised never to tell it, so you must 
pledge yourselves. 

All. We do! So let us hear the rest. 

Katy-did. Hark! [Whispers.'] There he is now, P. P. P. 
Ask him. 

Carmeah. Oh, but we dare not! [All .sV/aA'c heads no.'] AVe 
have pledged ourselves to you. 

Katy-did. [Confused, ihinks.] Oh, pshaw! Ah, I've got it! 
Let him come. 

Enter Prince Page, R.; bows low and passes on. 

Katy-did. I have never had the pleasure of hearing that 
pretty boy speak. I wonder if he is dumb. [Prince turns.] 



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P. P. P. When confidence requires, dumb — very dumb. 
[^Ladies laiigh.~\ 

Katy-did. You can keep a secret, tlien? 

P. P. P. As safe as you would Iceep the same for me. 

Katy-did. Then listen. It is said that the Prophet and his 
body-guard, through weariness of revelry and wine, sank clown to 
rest beneath the moon, upon the royal portico ; that thieves from 
out his cherished land removed his veil to rob him of his jeweled 
crown, when, lo ! a face of hair and head with horns appeared. 
Almost dead with fear, the thieves were put to flight. Now, this 
is true, but never tell it, on your life. 

P. P. P. I know 'tis false! Another story has been told, with 
greater force, the author not ashamed to speak again. ' 

Dame. But telling lips and hearing ears can nothing prove. 
The eyes alone must see and know. 

P. P. P. \_Angry.'] I'll pledge my life, your story's false! 
These eyes have seen and know. {_Looking all around ; approaching 
ladie8.~\ Kiss this, the Prophet's sacred ring, and raise your hand 
with oath to never tell. \^All kiss the stone and raise right hand, 
Katy raising both.] Last week the Prophet, returning from calls 
on the sick and poor, fell unconscious to the ground. His faith- 
ful eight secured a litter through their hands. Ascending the 
hill a fearful gust of wind blew the Prophet's veil from off his 
face, when — Oh, how can I pict^ire the image of a god ? His heart 
had ceased to beat, but the beauty of that head and face no mor- 
tal power can ever paint. Speechless, I placed the veil secure 
about his neck. With boundless love, we knelt and doubly 
pledged ourselves to die for him and his. Farewell ! Remember 
the sacred kiss, and, upon your souls, the solemn vow. [Exit L. 
All look wildly at each other.'] 

Katy-did. Now you see what beauty will do. Fll veil my- 
self with a spider's web and go rule in an unknown land. [All 
laughing and pushing her ahead, exit R.] 

Scene III — The Vestal Grotto. 

A beautiful stalactic grotto. Blue lights enhance the scene. 
Back of C. an altar with Vestal fires. At R. of altar nine Vestal 
Virgins, with lamps lighted held above their heads. L. of altar 
chanting Priests in white, with swinging incense. At R. of center 
the dead Priestess beautifully dressed in flowers of white. Flow- 
ers of color upon the floor. Within the hand a scepter. [Chant- 
ing.] 

Enter L., Prophet leading Edessa, chanting stanzas. 

Prophet. Nay, sweet Angel ! No harm shall come to thee. 
This was our Priestess. 'Tis now the empty vase that once con- 
fined the spirit perfume of a flower that blooms afresh in para- 
dise. 

Edessa. [Clinging to him.] Oh yes! But yet methinks I see 
it move. [Looking up to him.] I have never looked upon the 
dead. A sickening terror seems to chill my heart. Come, come! 



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Prophet. As yet, thy oath is unconfirmed. Thy vows are 
unrecorded. The scepter, with all its power, from that hand must 
be taken by thine. Above the lips now closed forever thy holiest 
promise to me must be given. Come! For the sake of God and 
His altar, be brave, sweet child. 

Edessa. [^Aside-I ^o^" ^^^^ sake of God and Ahvern, I will be 
brave. 

Priest. l_Music soft.^ In the Most High Name of Allah, I 
bow in humble submission l_rep€ats] to the sacred will of His 
Holy Prophet [yepeats'], and as Priestess accept the power of his 
faith. \_Repeats, takes the scepter, raises it, all kneel, except the Prophet, 
who bo'W8.~\ 

Prophet. My royal Queen, within my heart, as well as upon 
my throne. [Aside.^ Why do I hesitate? The lion is held by 
a baby hand. Beneath those eyes the monarch falls a slave to 
love — disarmed, unmanned. \_Turns to her.^ My patient one, I 
have a secret to confess. 

Edessa. Oh, perhaps some other time, some other place. 

Prophet. No, no! Thy Chief must now be heard! Prepare 
thy soul to link thy oath with marriage vows to him thy Prophet 
and thy King ! 

Edessa. [^Sprbuiing from him.'] Merciful heaven ! what do I 
hear? [^Aside.] Marriage! with one who seems a god 'twixt 
earth and heaven? Marriage with one whose life in one endless 
widowhood can give nothing in return? There's sure some jest, 
though strangely out of place! 

Prophet. May God forgive the lips that would jest above the 
soul's stern agony. I love the altar's Queen — nay, start not ! I ask 
her hand and heart in double wedlock, thus linking heaven's 
faith with bride and bridegroom's holy joys. 

Edessa. Oh, thou Prophet and King. My heart is embalmed 
in the bosom of death. 

Prophet. [Aside.'] Her lover dead ? There's comfort here. 
Edessa, I'll accept what is left of thy love as a base for the shrine 
of my future happiness. 

Edessa. Never, never ! In frenzy I defy all hope of future 
happiness, except with him I love beyond the tomb! 

Prophet. \_Aside.] I'll win her yet! Think, my Priestess, of 
what a life of holiness. [Approaches her.] 'Twill be my tender 
care to [music] lead thy willing feet so near the pdrtal of that 
home where thy dead lover dwells [Edessa starts to Aim], that 
when thy last hour on earth shall come, I'll yield thy soul in per- 
fect sanctity to him thou loved for all eternity. 

Edessa. This marriage then — 

Prophet. Shall be a golden bridge from earth to Heaven. 

Edessa. A golden bridge, Ahvern, to thee! My hand is 
thine ! 

[Chanting, Prophet leads her to altar steps. The priest behind 
above the fires. Virgins beside Edessa. Priests beside the Prophet. 
Marriage pantomime. A crash of rock. Prophet and Priestess 
spring to their feet. Enter L., Caspian, Lamar and Dotto. Caspian 

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rushing to Prophet ivith sivord unsheathed. Edessa springs between 
them and falls in the arms of the Virgins^ then to altar steps.^ 

Prophet. Hold! How dare you enter here to insult the liv- 
ing and desecrate the dead ? 

Caspian. In the name of Rome ! We would rescue the maiden 
from all harm. 

Prophet. In the name of God! what harm can come to one 
who shares my Faith and Throne? You come too late. Pier 
vows are now recorded on that scroll. 

Caspian. Her vows ! For what? To whom? 

Prophet. To me, her Prophet and her spouse. 

Caspian. [^Reeling.'] Great, merciful God ! You forced her 
then to marriage ? 

Prophet."^ Aye, as a gentle shepherd, with tender care, forces 
back to life a crippled lamb. 

Caspian. \_Aside.'] Too late ! too late ! Oh, misery ! Edessa 
must never know her lover lives. 

Priest. Holy Prophet, the Priestess now revives. 

Caspian. \_Throwing off his mask helps to lift her.~\ 

Edessa. {Coming front.~\ My ! my ! what a fearful storm. 
The earth is all gone ! 

Caspian. Sister! Do you not know me? 

Edessa. There's nothing left but skeleton hands. 

Caspian. {Kneels before her, taking and ki^^sing her hands.l 

Edessa. [Feeling in air.'] 'Tis all so dark ; I can not find the 
river. 

Caspian. My God ! Oh, thou Prophet ! What hast thou 
done? Her mind is gone, gone, gone! {Sohbing.i 

Prophet. Thy words are like a knell ! Can it be that Heaven 
is jealous of my idol? No, no! 'Tis fever in her veins; with 
rest and care 'twill pass away. {Putting his arms around her.] My 
stricken bird ! 

Edessa. {Pushing his hands aivay.'] Look! 'Tis like a rain- 
bow in the sky. And now I see its glistening arch above the 
rushing flood. It is the bridge! Tliat golden bridge that shines 
l)eneath the lightning's flash! {Shading her eyes.] A gloomy 
throng seems passing o'er, led by that wondrous silver veil. Who 
stands beyond upon the shore, safe from the waves that lash the 
piers? "Tis Ahvern, Ahvern! {Wildly laughs.] Safe, safe, from 
the storm that sweeps in fury o'er that fatal arch ! And now — 
Oh. heaven ! My brain ! I hear the shriek of Death. The bridge 
is wrenched by the tempest's power. It breaks ! It falls ! {Screams 
and runs.] The Prophet clings to a golden strand ! He cries for 
help. He sinks and dies! Oh, God! for the love he bore his 
bride, save his soul beyond the angry tide! {Falls upon her knees 
and hands in prayer. F rope et sounds a bell at his girdle. White- 
clothed Guards seize the prisoners. Music. Tableau.] 



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ACT III. 

Scene I — City of Neksheb. 
Enchantment. The Castle of Charms. 
Four alabaster pillars facing the audience, three of which are 
twined with wreaths and swinging garlands of roses. Two pillars 
at the sides. Gossamer drapery, rose colored, fastened in graceful 
loopings and folds, caught with clusters of stars. At the L., as- 
cending from the stage, the Prophet's alabaster throne, with long 
series of broad, curved steps surmounted by a large flat base, the 
border being well set with amethyst stones. The royal seat above 
the base representing a white war chariot, with two figures at the 
arms portraying Light, each holding' a torch of smokeless flames. 
At the back, higher than the throne, the graceful winged form of 
Sanctity, holding above the chariot a crown of burning stars. On 
the steps of the throne, a cloth of violet and gold. Guards and 
soldiers in their vestures and plumes of snowy whites, with jav- 
elins, bows and shining quivers; some with mace and battle-axe. 
Banners and the Prophet's white flag unfurled, with blazing let- 
ters in silver — " God and Freedom." Turbaned heads of every 
hue and race in artless groups, and bed of glistening roses. At a 
distance, parallel with front pillars, an arch of crystal, brilliant 
with pendants, supported by two alabaster pillars, adorned with 
garlands. Under the arch, almost touching the floor, a low, rich 
Persian couch, behind whch are two high imperial chairs. On 
the floor, a border of roses, groups of dancing girls (ballet), winged 
like fairies, and girdled with bells. In the distance, on slightly 
elevated ground, the magic well, seen by moonlight, within 
exquisite gardens, fountains, statuary, etc. Music behind scenes. 
Enter people of all nations. Vestal Virgins and Priests march, 
chanting round the throne. Enter soldiers, who sejjarate R. and 
L., forming an avenue to the throne. Enter Prophet and Guest, 
old woman approaches with bouquet of white roses for the 
Prophet. 

First Guard. Out of the way, there ! 

Second Guard. Out of the Prophet's path, I say ! [ Woman 
frightened, falls before the Prophet.] 

Prophet. [To his guard.^ True chivalry will at all times 
protect and help the old and weak. \_She rises and kneels before 
him, and gives him fiowors.'] See ! she brings her choicest gift 
coupled with a heart of loyalty. [Places his L. hand npon her head, 
lifts the R. IV ith flowers.'] To God, the choicest fruit is that which 
is ripe for the harvest, found waiting in the sheaves of age. 
[Music. Prophet and. Guest ascend the throne. Guest to the L. 
step below the Prophet. Prince Page tvith banner L. Enter Roman 
Guests, Court, Nobility, etc. Prophet standing. All bowing low. 
The Prophet with hands uplifted.'] 

Prophet. May peace, like descending light from the gates of 
bliss, envelope all souls within our realm. [All rise. Prophet 
places flowers on the arm of throne. 



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All. Allah ! Sanctity and Liberty ! [ Waving banners and 
flags.] 

Prophet. Brave followers ! I ask that 3^011 cheerfully welcome 
this proud chieftain, our guest. 

All. Hail, hail, hail ! Joy, joy^ joy forever! \_Banners and 
flags.] 

Prophet. We have the honor to entertain for a few days only 
this stranger, a gentleman and a warrior. Be he Greek, Moham- 
medan, Jew, or Christian, in our court, he finds a welcome, nor 
question of creed or nation. With thanks to a divine Power for 
all blessings and favors bestowed, we will entertain with the, 
choicest offering and the holiest miracles. \_Takes a silver wand 
from his bosom, unfolds it by joints until one yard long. All manifest 
fear. Music behind scenes. Prophet waves his wand mysteriously ; 
light appears, and then a brilliant new moon passing out of sight. Loud 
music. Ballet, girdled with bells and hoops, and winged' like butterflies, 
either in the dance or graceful groupings, ending with an avenue of arched 
hoops, through tvhich the Prince Page, Prophet and Guest pass. 
March, music. Exit, R. and L.] 

Enter R., Orian. 

Orian. White and black, I follow the Prophet in this {dress}, 
and please the Priestess in this \Ji€od\ We must all dress so 
poor Master Ahvern won't know us. Oh ! tar-smoke and dark- 
ness, what a misery we are all in now ! When Master Ahvern 
was dead, Avhy didn't he stay there? I just know he'll wish he 
had when he finds out. Who is that? I hide till they pass. 
lExit i2.] 

Enter L., Blondello and two Egyptian slaves. 

Blondello. Will you promise to track her? I learn that 
she wanders here at the dancing hour. Will you give me the 
alarm ? 

First Egyptian. Yes, master, yes. 
■ Blondello. I'll have a mantle to conceal her, and swift 
horses to bear her away. Come, swear to serve me. 

Both. We swear ! 

Blondello. Then I will depend upon your word, as you can 
upon my gold. {Exit L.] 

Enter Orian. 

Orian. [Looking at the audience, loildly.] Great thunder ! If I 
don't beat them fellers at their game I am not the smart fool I 
think I am. I'l save my little sister or bust into a puff-ball. Oh, 
oh ! I ain't afraid of any thing but water moons and' goblinhobs ; 
but when I think of that devilish big boy of Faddie's, and what 
he expects to do to-night, I don't care a darn for flying moons or 
falling stars. {Sees a white veil on throne steps, puts it over him and 
runs up to the T^rop wet's seat ; rises imitating the Prophet — hears 
some one, runs down, sits on lower steps, sobbing.] 



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Dame enters, R. 

Dame. Orian, dear, what is the matter? Is Nippie dead? 
Did you tell the Priestess what the Prophet desired you to do? 

Orian. Yes, ma'ain. \_Boo-hoo/ boo-hoo/^ 

Dame. Did she say she would be here to meet him ? 

Orian. Yes, yes ma'am, boo-hoo! \_Blotoing his nose.'] Mother, 
what is 'misguise ? 

Dame. Disguise, my son ? 

Orian. Yes, raisdisguise. 

Dame. Well, in our case, your sister wishes us to dress so that 
Master Ahvern will not know us, so that he and the Prophet may 
be happy at the feast to-night, as she thinks 'twill be his last joy. 
Poor child, she thought him dead, and his return to her is worse 
than death. 

Orian. Why can't she let him know she is here, mother? 

Dame. Because she is wedded to her God forever. 

Orian. Well, mother, God ain't stingy. He don't care if 
they love each other. Oh, deary, deary, dear ! 

Dame. Come, Orian, come! 

Orian. Oh, mother, mother, I want to go home! Indeed, 
indeed, I do ! 

Dame. Well, come on. my child. 

Orian. No; I want you to takeoff these fine clothes and give 
me my old ones back again. I hate this yellow stuff, and so does 
Nippie. We can't play like we used to, and I have yelled at him 
so much for nibbling at this lace, he won't conie near me any 
more, but stands just out of my reach, so still and shy, casting 
such artful big sheep's eyes at me, that it almost makes me sick. 
Please, mother, let's go home. 

Dame. Why, the boy is mad. He's not like he used to be, 
I'm very sure. 

Orian. Yes I am, mother, more like I used to be than I am 
now or ever was before. But I hate this fixing and strutting 
around. And Oh, I'm so arful tired of that everlasting Silver 
Veil. I often want to scream fire! or anything to make him* 
throw it off. I wan't to go home to feed the sheep and milk the 
goats ; and if I'm a fool, be a common honest one. Say, mother 
[blowing his nose and wiping his eyes'], sometimes at night I lay in 
the dark and think of our dear old home until my eyes and nose 
are full of tears, and I nearly choke ; and then I sleep and dream 
of my ragged mountain coat, that I was not afraid to hug Nippie 
in, or roll down the hill in the grass and weeds — Oh, I hate this 
shiny life. Mother, can't we go back home and live and die be- 
side the river ? 

Dame. [Sitting beside him, unth arms around /dm.] ' Oh, child, 
you break my heart! Would you leave your sorrowful sister? 

Orian. [Springing up.] No, no, mother! I did not think of 
that. 

Dame. Hark! They are coming Quick, child, follow me. 
[Exit L.] 



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Enter Prophet, leading Edessa, R. Prophet leads her to the 
Persian couch. Both seated. 

Prophet. M}'^ cherished bride ! It seems an age since I last 
beheld those matchless eyes. I have a favor to exact in honor of 
our youthful friend. 'Twill only task thy brilliancy to entertain 
with easy grace this noble hero of the West. \_Takes her hand and 
looks into her face.'] Guard well thy heart, and remember, not one 
glance of what is mine shall ever to another stray. Thou trem- 
blest, love! What sudden grief intrudes upon our joys to-night? 

Edessa. 'Tis but a painful throb that sometimes comes and 
goes. 'Twill pass away [a.sirfe] with death. 

Prophet. Nay ; have I failed to anticipate the slightest wish 
thy soul couhl ask? Is there aught I can give but what is thine? 
" Edessa. No power but Heaven's can e'er repay thy faultless 
love. 

Prophet. Then why this firebrand in our soul? 

Edessa. \_Aslde.'] Oh, Heaven ! my lips are sealed. I can 
not ease one pang of his. 

Prophet. [/2is«;//.] Edessa, Priestess, listen ! Almost forget- 
ting the King of kings, I have bowed to thee like the heathen 
bows to liis worshiped god, while in my holiest prayers, like a 
saint enshrined, thy image accompanied each sacred devotion. 
The sun, moon and stars have witnessed my restless life since 
first I beheld thy resistless charms. Then woe to the hour when 
this idol falls ! \_Sltti.n{/ hedde her again and placing his arm around 
her.] Edessa, unlock thy breast to me,* thy Prophet and thy 
spouse. Be true, and if a serpent lurk within, I'll brave the tor- 
ture of its deadly fangs to cast it out from thine and mine. 

Edessa. I must reveal ! No, no; I can not! 'Twill rob them 
of their joys, and to-night will be their last — to-morrow, oh, to- 
morrow ! Most noble Chief, forgive my gloom. I confess to a 
scar that is bleeding afresh, but in ail that o'ershadows, I'm 
guiltless of sin ; not the slightest stain by an act or a word can be 
found on my record of life. 

Prophet. Wilt thou swear it? 

Edessa. I do, by the holy tomb ! 

Prophet. Then bless thee, my bride! Remember the feast 
and the hero to-night! Do not slight his young heart at the ban- 
queting hour, but drink to his valor and crown him with smiles. 

[Exit a A.] 

Edessa. {^Starting tvildly.'] '' Remember the feast and the 
hero to-night! Drink to his valor and crown him wdth smiles." 
Oh, my God ! This panting, dying heart must be played and tri- 
fled with like a battered, broken toy ! These eyes almost drowned 
in their bath of tears, like the stars in the lake, without substance 
or soul, must resplendent shine with a lie in each smile. Oh, 
Ahvern, Ahvern ! [^Throws herself, weeping, upon the seat.'] 

Enter R., Ahvern. 

Ahvern. Ah, there> some one before me, and 'tis surely one 
of the Vestal Queens. The Fates are kind. Now I can ask if the 



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Priestess be ill, as I saw her fall from her throne this morning in 
the arms of her maid. \^ Approach inr/.~\ Fair maid, pardon my 
intrusion 

Edessa. \_VeiUng herself.'] Just Heaven! 'Tis the voice of 
Ahvern. \_Arises and falls bark, staggers, grasps scat.] 

Ahvern. ^Attempting to support her.'] Art thou ill ? 

Edessa. No, no ! I thought I was alone. The shock un- 
nerved me. 

Ahvern. Pray forgive! I am anxious to learn the strange 
cause of alarm from the Priestess' throne. 

Edessa. You beheld her then ? 

Ahvern. Merely to s'ee her fall. I hear she is very frail. 

Edessa. 'Tis true; [o.sic/g] but always strong enough to drag 
the lifeless weight of a broken heart. Oh, I shall go mad ! Temp- 
tation whispers, refuge in his arms and flight to an unknown 
land. No, no! I'll be as true to the Prophet as I would have 
been to Ahvern. 

Ahvern. 'Tis said she communes with her God, and, like a 
saint, casts a halo of purity within the Prophet's school. 

Edessa. I believe she has been all that the Prophet requires. 
Chimes of bells.] 'Tis the Vestal hour — we mav meet again. 
[Exit L.] 

Ahvern. That voice — so like Edessa — with its sweet, sad 
sound. She must be one of the Vestal Virgins. Could it be pos- 
sible ? {[Shakes his head no —no. Exit R.] 

Enter L., Dotto Murr and Madine, loalking and looking around. 

Madine. Oh, my! 'Tis perfect enchantment everywhere. 

DoTTo. Yes ; so it is. But I'd rather not have quite so much. 
It seems to me like being in Fairyland, where unfortunate peo- 
ple are turned into dragons and white cats. In fact, we are all 
moonstruck. 

Madine. Dotto, I'm afraid to remain another day. If the 
Prophet only knew how I long for wings, he no doubt would turn 
me into a big-eyed owl or an old black crow, just to let the people 
see how easy and small a thing it would be for him to convert my 
hair, nose and fingers into feathers, beak and claws. Do you think 
he has read my thoughts? {Flopping her arms.] I feel like a wild 
goose. Do I look like one ? 

DoTTO. You look to me like a little stuffed duck. 

Madine. Well [pouting], if I am a little stuffed duck, I'm no 
quack. 

DoTTO. {Aside.] (By Jove! but that's cute; she's a regular 
lightning bug — a pretty little fire-fly. I'll make her take that 
back.) Madine, I most respectfully hope that upon your modest 
grace you did not consciously intend to cut me with that word. 

Madine. What word? Which one? 

DoTTO. Why, that one with that foul-like sound of "quack." 

Madine. {Looking up into his face.] I'm very sorry 3^011 are 
hurt, I only meant that I could sing instead of quack, if I am a 
stuffy little duck. Indeed— I like — your dainty crumbs — I am — 
sure — I do. 



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DoTTO. \_Holdlng her at arm^s length. 1 You do? Then you 
shall never starve, for the cupboard of my heart is full of such as 
these. [Kissing her. Enter L., Lamar and Caspian.] Madine, 
there's our shadow — always comes just at kissing time. Come, 
let us view the fount and the arch. l_Exit through the areh.'] 

Lamar. And this is the Castle of Charms ; 'tis fitly named, 
and surely the most enchanting spot in all the realm ; and then 
'tis said a stricken heart may find relief beneath that arch of 
purity. The Priestess here should come, for, they say, she is al- 
most wild to-night. Your sudden disguise is a perfect success, 
and the Prophet and Ahvern may enjoy the feast without having 
questions asked. But, mark well my words, the victory of worlds 
will not replace what the Prophet loses when the truth is told 
to-morrow, as regards Edessa and Ahvern. 

Caspian. What think you of the Prophet's power since the 
miracle to-night? Is he a god or is he a devil? 

Lamar. Neither. His nature is not divine, but natural, with 
the common man. His marriage robs him of a higher claim celi- 
bacy might grant. 

Caspian. But this is only known to an oath-bound few. 

Lamar. And so far will prove my words; except these few, 
his followers— which are millions — think the very sunlight of 
divinity plays upon his face, and would blind them if once that 
Silver Veil was raised. 

Caspian. Does he teach his people this ? 

Lamar. I believe not, but wears the Veil for reasons known 
to himself alone, and leaves the world think whatever suits them 
best without the least excuse. 

Caspian. Can you explain what it is that gives him such 
a magnet over every thing that come witliin the halo of his 
power ? 

Lamar. First and greatest, his wonderful charity and ten- 
derness to his poor. This, and his lofty sincerity, refinement 
and noble generosity, at once release him from all Satanic 
wiles ; while his mind, so richly stored with the choicest knowl- 
edge, places him so far above his pepple, that they, from pure 
love and admiration, will not question the greatest or least he 
says or does. 

Caspian. You make him out a war-like saint, devoid of sin, 
and slow to wrath. 

Lamar. No, not devoid of sin ; that brings me to the point. 
Hakem, the Prophet Veiled, although endowed with those noble 
attributes of character, is nevertheless guilty of the worst of sin, 
a crime for which proud Lucifer was banished from his God — 
deception in its blackest form ; a passion of boldly trespassing 
upon the great Omnipotence of divinity — for instance, the miracle 
to-night. I wonder that the Caliph laughs at all our messages. 
But I almost dread our next return, which may happen soon. 
The Prophet's peace will not last long, for already kings and priests 
are madly aroused for the safety of their scepters. - Hark ! what 
is that? 



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Caspian. The bells upon the dancing girls. 
Lamar. Come, let us mingle with the crowd. [Exit through 
arch.^ 

Enter L., Orian and four Soldiers, all laughing. 

First Soldier. Say, Honeysuckle, are you sure these Egyp- 
tian fellows are good drunk ? 

Orian. Drunk as a bat, and so dead asleep they wouldn't 
hurt a mouse if it nibbled at their noses. Them fellers are all 
right ; but it is the leader we want. I know him ; if he can't find 
help, he'll try the game alone, you'll see, so be ready. Come 
along boys, we'll hide this way. [Exit L.] 

Enter Edessa, wildly. 

Edessa. Oh, God! my heart is breaking! I have looked 
again with life's fatal pang into those eyes that will seek in vain 
for their vanished bride. Hark! [Voices and music heard.'] 
'Tis the evening minstrelsy who seek repose and chant good-night. 
The revel will soon be o'er. When the morrow comes I must re- 
veal that fatal truth. When the morrow comes, perhaps, I'll not 
be here. [Distant 7nusic.~\ My lips are ladened with a frosted 
breath, my brow is capped with ice. [Throws off disguise.^ I seem 
to stand in a bank of snow, while unseen hands, with icy sheets, 
are robing me for death. Oh, pitying God ! I thank thee with 
my freezing breath, that dying — Ahvern ! Ahvern ! [Falls upon 
the Persian couch.] 

Enter R., Blondello. 

Blonde LLO. Damn Ahvern ! and those drunken dogs who 
promised to help me ! But she's a dainty bundle ; I can carry her 
alone. [Bending over her to lift her.] 

Enter i., Orian and Soldiers. 

First Soldier. -Now, boys, gag him and bind him, and we'll 
shut him up to-night, and to-morrow give him to the Prophet. 
[They seize, smother, and bind Blondello.] 

Orian. [Shaking Priestess.] Oh ! what is the matter, Sister 
Priestess? Why, lookee, her misguise is off. She ain't asleep. 
[Listens at her mouth.] No, she*s dead and cold ! Oh ! ho, ho, ho ! 
Mother Faddy, come, come quick! Oh, hoo ! Calamy ! Calamy ! 
[E.ut L.] 

Enter C. A., Ahvern, walking slow, arms behind him, head bowed. 

Ahvern. What a world of enchantment ! I have lived as in 
a dream. But two things are stamped upon my brain in letters 
of quenchless fire, and for which, alas! there's no interpreter. 
First, the Prophet's moon, controlled as if by the hand of Deity. 
And then, that voice the Priestess holds like a spell within her 
keeping. To-night beside that Vestal Queen I seemed entranced. 
We wandered 'neath the stars, and often when she spoke, I closed 
my eyes to picture Nightingale within my arms. [Turns to the 
arch and beholds the Priestess.] Merciful heaven ! what do I see? 
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The Priestess here ! prostrate and alone ! What can it mean ? 
\_Approaches nearer.'] Great Allah ! Do I dream, while these eyes 
behold their idol once again ? Edessa, here ! unknown to all, 
and decked in the Priestess' robes? Oh! mute and cruel mys- 
tery_! [ Wringing his hands in agony.] Can she be dead? [^Kyieel- 
ing beside her, and gathering her up in his arms.] Oh, thou my 
bride, is this the seal of death ? \_Plares his hand npon her lorist.] 
No, no! thank God, sweet love! [Enter Prophet, R., standing 
horror-struck.] I had not thought so soon to press these sacred 
lips! 

Prophet. God ! my eyes are ablaze with a fire from Hell ! 
while its flames are consuming my brain. 'Tis surely a vision of 
Satanic art, painted from life by the devil's hand, to drive me 
mad. 

Ahvern. Oh, Nightingale, my own, my cherished bride ! 
Rather than give thee up this heart will sheath the Prophet's 
steel. 

Prophet. Thy words but prove the demon's work. No fal- 
lacy here, but all that's rotten of the flesh ! With a poisonous 
bath in the pools of Hell, they can lave their souls — for die they 
shall ! \_Starts, and at the ivoi^ds 0/ Ahvern stops.] 

Ahvern. Oh, pitying Heaven, send some relief! 

Prophet. [Springing upon them with sword uplifted.] Not 
Heaven, but Hell has heard thy prayer! Its gates are open for 
the lost and the damned. Vile souls depart! Nor leave one trace 
behind of what thou art, except this [striking his breast'] ruin, from 
thy hands. [Strikes, and is m.et by the sword of Ahvern.] 

Ahvern. Hold! Art thou hopelessly mad — leaping like a 
beast of prey upon the sacrifice of thy senseless wrath ? 

Prophet. Aye, wild beyond control ! Wild as the wounded 
boar who tears his victim limb from limb. [Strikes again. 
Ahvern springs to his feet and wards off the blow.] 

Ahvern. By the gods! I swear thou shalt stay thy hand at 
least for a moment's pause, that we may undestand how to act 
like men, and not as blinded fools. If thou wilt not, then our 
steels shall meet to be parted alone by death. I fear not Prophet, 
man or devil, when armed with injured innocence! 

Prophet. [Laughing n-ildly.] ' Ha,, ha, ha! Injured inno- 
cence ! 

Ahvern. Was I not invited here to wait thy time? — when, 
upon that very spot, my promised bride I found dressed in the 
Priestess' robes, unconscious and alone. From where or when, or 
how she came, I know not! All to me is a fearful mystery. 
Now ! what right hast thou to swoop in vengeance o'er our heads, 
or question what is mine ? 

Prophet. [Aside.] Just Heaven ! I see it all. The dead re- 
turns to life. This then is the secret of her disguise and grief. 

Ahvern. I demand to know the secret claim of this earnest 
recognition. 

Prophet. Aye, thou shalt; the scales shall fall from before 
thine eyes. [Enter Dame, Orian and Slaves, with silken litter.] 



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Truly welcome, good people; tenderly handle and provide for the 
sweetest flower that blooms in the altar's shade. 

Ahvern. [Staggers-I Oh, trembling heart, be brave ! What 
dost thou mean? \_Exit Dame and Company through C. A., left.'] 

Prophet. I mean that a beautiful Circassian maid, who 
mourned her lover dead, accepted her Prophet's honored trust 
and became the altar's bride. 

Ahvern. Just God ! Is this the goal at the end of strife for 
the chains I've dragged in my dungeon hours ? No, no ! she is 
mine by the first law of God ! The altar must yield back what it 
gained by mistake. 

Prophet. Irrevocable are her vows. 

Ahvern. 'Tis false ; I defy all power this side of Heaven that 
dares to rob me through a guise. 

Prophet. \_Excited.'] I swear! there's no decree can break the 
iron band by which she's bound. [Asirfe.] I fear he'll push me 
to the wall ! 

Ahvern. If lips that demand are to thee but the bellow's 
breath, perhaps an arm with mounted steel can break love's bar- 
rier through. [Unsheathing his syjord.] Defend thyself, for one of 
us must fall, leaving the other Edessa, love, life and all. 

Prophet. \_Ra/sing his hand.'] Nay, desperate youth ; put 
back the blade, while I speak the truth, the only truth. Prepare 
thy soul, Ahvern, to defend the blow, worse than of steel, I now am 
forced to make. From my earliest boyhood days, through fancy 
wrought, an image possessed my soul. At last, when early man- 
hood crowned me with her years, I beheld my idol in the flesh. 
'Twas my first and only love, and I asked it, pure in marriage 
from the hand of God, as Adam received his virgin Eve. Yet I 
knew it would rob me of what I professed — a life of perfect 
sanctity. So I risked my faith beneath the thin cloak of secrecy 
and we were . 

Ahvern. \_In agony.] Nay, in mercy, spare me ! Speak not 
the word ! AVould* to God I had died in bondage ! [Reeling 
against a pillar.] 

Prophet. Our lives are twin in hoplessness. Her love for 
thee and mine for her divorces happiness. 

Ahvern. [Starts to leave.] Alone in the darkness of despair 
I go, without one ray, except — [Stops and thinks. Starts to the 
Prophet.] except from thee. In mercy grant one spark in this 
gloom of death! Did ^he yield her heart with her hand? 

Prophet. She said her heart was embalmed in the bosom of 
death. I took her hand with a trusting hope. 

Ahvern. Did she give her free and full consent ? 

Prophet. Aye ! she did ; but not until I won her thus. Think, 
Edessa, what a life of holiness ! 'Twill be my tender care to lead 
thy willing feet so near the portal of that home where thy fond 
lover dwells, that when thy last hour shall come, I'll yield thy 
soul in perfect sanctity to him thou lovest for all eternity. 

Ahvern. Noble Prophet ! thy words will guard and keep my 
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Enter Guard, C. A. 

Guard. Most wise Prophet ! 

Prophet. With few words, speak ! 

Guard. During the banquet hour a mysterious stranger ap- 
peared, seeking our Roman guests. 

Prophet. Aye ! 'Twas merely news from Rome. Sickness 
among their friends, alas ! They bade us all farewell. With deep 
regret I saw them quick depart. 

Ahvern. [^Aside.'\ Ah, now, I understand Carmeah's great 
desire to speak with me alone. Behind this mystery some mis- 
chief will follow. Oh, alas, alas ! 

Enter Herald in haste. 

Herald. Most holy Prophet ! 

Prophet. Speak ! 

Herald. Outside the walls dark messengers are at the gates. 
Their heads are trimmed with crescent moons. They wish to see 
the Prophet. 

, Ahvern. {_Wildly paring the floor.'] All angels witness! 'Tis 
the Caliph's men. Oh, Edessa!" Edessa! [Prophet to Guards.] 

Prophet. Conduct the strangers here. \_Exit Guards, all ex- 
cept two and Prince, ^vitJiflag.'] 

Prophet. [Aside.] By all that's dark in Pluto's realm, the 
dreaded hour has come. It is the Caliph's sable pack ; his hun- 
gry bloodhounds scent my path. \_Ascends his throne with two 
Guards, who remain on the third step. Flag-hearer font of steps. Ah- 
vern leans against the column. Enter Herald with Mohammed Sol- 
diers. They bow loiv. Present a scroll to Guard, who presents it to 
Prophet. The Prophet, after reading., throws back his Veil from his 
breast, under chin, and taking bouquet of ivhite roses, plucking the leaves 
from their stems. The Prophet descends and presents the stema to Mo- 
hammed Soldiers.] Take this to your King, and tell him that as 
I have scattered these- leaves — being forced to defend myself — so 
I trust to make barren his kingdom. \_Exit Arabians, C. A.] 

Ahvern. [Starting to C] [Aside.] This chieftain, with hiss 
honest nature, has saved me from despair. But now I stand be- 
tween my country and its deadly enemy. Again the Caliph calls. 
I must obey and guard the honor of our flags. Arabia must be 
conqueror in the battle strife. Yet I swear to watch and defend 
the personal safety of Edessa and this Chief Farewell, Oh, thou 
Prophet! As foes where duty calls we may meet again. As inno- 
cent victims of a wretched life; as friends united through the 
deepest woe. Farewell, farewell ! [Exit L.] 

Prophet. [Aside.] In the battle's wildest strife* my fretted 
soul shall find relief. The world shall never know the path of 
thorns my crippled heart from day to day drags slowly o'er. Ho, 
Guards! Call and bring here my people! Let the bugle sound, 
and hearts respond. [The bugle call. Guards and Soldiers rush- 
ing in with flags and bamiers.] 

Enter, L. Caspian, Dame, Orian, Katy-did, court, nobility, etc. 



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Caspian. Pray, heaven ! what sound is this? 

Prophet. 'Tis the voice of war — an echo to the Caliph's call. 
[Terrible consternation.'l Go! sound the loudest war alarm ! Send 
far and near, throughout the land, swift messengers. Let valleys 
ring with the trumpet's blast proclaiming : "G'oci and Freedom.'" 

Chorus. Allah, Allah, Allah, Acbar! Aebar! Acbar! [Loud 
martial music, waving of banner and flags. Curtain.'] 



ACT IV. 

Scene I — The Imperial Camp. 

In the foreground the Caliph's royal tent. Fire and smoke 
and sounds of battle in the distance. [Enter R., Prince Haroun, 
wounded, swpported by four of his Guard. Prince sinking upon the 
ground. 

First Officer. My Liege, 'tis peril here. The tide of battle 
strangely turns this way. 

Prince. Only for a moment. Wait until the messenger re- 
turns. Such fearful conflict can not last. Mahommed's moon is 
growing dark. Dost thou see the messenger? [All looking anx- 
iously. ~\ 

Second Officer. Aye, my Liege, in truth he comes! 

Messenger. [Enter R., pale and trembling, bows to Haroun.] 
My Liege, the Prophet wins at every turn. His white-robed 
soldiers dye their skirts in the crimson blood of our faithful hearts. 
[Cries and groans are heard.] 

Prince. Hark! Oh, Allah! What is that? 

Messenger. Alas ! 'Tis the cry of retreat. [Prince faints.] 
Tableau. The carnage of battle betiveen the black-robed and the ivhite. 
The Veiled Prophet mounted upon a white war steed, center of stage, 
the standai d-bearer upon another at his side. Martial music. ■ Tab- 
leau scenes shift. Groans and roar of voices heard.] 

First Officer. Quick, quick ! To the tent! [Can-?/ Prince.] 

Enter L., Blondello and Ahvern in deadly combat ; fearful roar of 
voices, nearer and nearer. Blondello /a^/s, C; Ahvern standing 
over his dead body, meets the C!aliph's army in retreat from R., 
pointing to Heaven with sword, he holds them at bay. 

Ahvern. Halt! halt! ye frenzied fools! As heroes, not as cow- 
ards, leave the comrade forms of the dead and dying, who fell 
with their faces to the foe! As conquerors, not as escaping slaves, 
meet the blessings that await in thy far-off homes! As rightful 
owners of a priceless boon, uplift the banners "Night" and 
"Shade," now trailing in the dust. Let the trembling crescent 
moon arise from the threatening clouds of bondage, to shine more 
bright in Islam's creed ! In the name of God and his sainted 
Prophet, I charge each soul, with avenging strength, to turn and 



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defend Mohammed's holiest gifts, the Alkoran, the throne and 
the crown. [Ahvern rushing to the R. U. E., exit.^ 

SARACENS. \_With swo7-ds uplifted, turn, crying-] Allah, Allah, 
Allah, Allah Acbar ! [Exit B. U. E.] 

Scene II — The Prophet's Fortress. 

Grand Armor Hall. Large doors in the rear revealing the 
ramparts alive with white-clothed officers and sentinels ; beyond, 
smoke and flames, and sounds of the battering-ram. 

Enter Prophet, C. D., walks slowly, and gathers up left side of Veil, 
throws it over left shoulder, steps front, C, with left-hand clasping 
hrow. 

Prophet. They have their terror caged at last ! but no more 
tamed than Asia's wildest hyena, The Caliph little dreams with 
whom he battles. That Hakem, the Prophet Veiled, is lover and 
spouse of his fairest born. Ha ha ha ! little he knows that this 
fortress contains Edessa, the child of his idolized wife ; that his 
noble boy, so suddenly torn from his heart, is clothed in white, 
the Saracen's foe, but 1 hold a price which will conquer and save. 
\_Takes from his bosom the clasp and pendent.l This dainty thing, 
with its golden Greek, will reveal more than I can ever impart. 
[Stands in meditation with left side toward L. entrance,'] 

Enter Orian R., with blcick sack robe, hood, shoes and leggins, covering 
his entire form ; hows very low. Is surprised at not being noticed. 
Laughs to himself. 

Orian. I don't know which way he stands, front or back. 
[Goes behind the Prophet and bows low.] Well, if I ain't Faddie's 
boy — Silver Chief's sleeping like a horse, standing up. Oh, that 
Veil ! how I do hate the shiny thing ! wish I had it for a milk 
strainer, that I do. I would go to business and sell Veiled goat's 
milk. Oh, now, I wish the Prophet would wake up, I got 
something here I found, and I want him to have it. Guess I'll 
wake him with my grandfather's horn. \_Blows his nose, making a 
boisteroui< noise. The Prophet starts and turns. Orian boivs Low 
again.] 

Prophet. Well, well, my honest lad ! This is indeed 
strangely fortunate. I was just about to call a guard to summon 
thee. 

Orian. [Trembling, and getting down on his knees, stutters.] Oh, 
most holy Chief, what have I done ? 

Prophet. Nothing, nothing, my poor boy; I wish to see thy 
mother, and brother also, that I may talk with them. Arise. 
Pray, what is that? A message from the Gen? I hear, Orian, 
that thou art my safest messenger. 

Orian. Oh, thankee, thankee ! that makes me awful proud. 
[Aside.] (Them other boys must be thundering poor.) [ Wiping 
the scroll ivith his sleeve.] You see, lately I was out on a skute. 

Prophet. Indeed, been scouting ? 



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Orian. And I found this. \^Hands it to the Prophet.] 
• Prophet. Found it ? Strange ! 

Orian. Yes, mighty Silver Chief; I found it in the mud, and 
washed it in the puddle ; I guess it was cleaner before I washed it 
than it is now. Them marks kind o' washed out, too. The sku- 
ter boys wanted it powerful bad, and tried hard to get it, but I 
just threw some of Faddie's sneezing powder at their noses, and 
they left arful quick for blow rags. [.-Iszde.] I'm jnst going to 
tell mother Fadel to tell Nightingale Priestess that I don't want 
to go with them skuter boys any more, a hopping and a popping 
and peeping around with our black gowns on, looking like the 
devil's shadows, or so many midnight bull-frogs. I've been pulled 
through that darned old hole in the wall till I feel stringy, soft 
and weak. \_Notices the Veil being partly raised. Starts back in great 
surprise.^ Oh, gee hunger! what's going to happen? I jnst won- 
der if he knows one end of that Veil is up. Well, I always thought 
I'd feel better, and more acquainted-like, and much more at home, 
if he would just lift it off; but now, I don't quite know just 
how I do feel after hearing people talk, and thinking about it 
so much, and wondering and wondering what kind of a head 
and face there is under it. I hope I'm not afraid to look if he 
does take it off; but I'm afraid I am afraid. I wish mother Avas 
here. 

Prophet. Great God! \_Throv)s bach his Veil under the chin,- 
over both shoulders, but still concealing his face. Orian jumps like he 
was shot, arches his hamcls over his eyes, with position and expression of 
terror.'\ 

Orian. Oh, gorrah, but I wish me and mother and Nippie 
was in heaven ! The very next time he moves, that strainer will 
come off. I just know it will I don't blame them skuter boys 
for not wanting to look at his face if it shines like his bosom, 
I'm sure I ain't anxious, even through smoked glass. 

Prophet. [Still looking at the parchment^ What an army of 
men must have been pouring in. [Orian turning his face from 
him.'] And reinforcements still advancing. I must act immedi- 
ately and purchase liberty for my devoted men. Orian ! [Orian 
bowing, with his face almost to the ground, and turning, but not looking 
up.] Wilt thou go quickly for the Dame, thy mother, and Cas- 
pian, thy brother? 

Orian. Oh yes [^sighing deeply], holy Prophet! I'll be arful 
glad to go. 

Prophet. Then bring them here without delay. 

Orian. [ With head dill bowed low, turns to leave. A-nde.] I'll 
just bet the Prophet's big white horse — that the Caliph's got — 
that while I'm gone, he'll take that strainer off. Oh — I'll send 
mother and Caspian, but I'm going out with them bold skuter 
boys, that I am. 

Prophet. Make haste, my lad, and be sure and return with 
thy kin. [Orian looks imploringly at the audience a,nd rushes off, R.] 

Prophet. Alas ! I have merely a body-guard to their num- 
berless troops. What if — Oh, hellish thought! What if the 



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Caliph, after these long, long years, should scorn to believe my 
honest pledge and deem it counterfeit? Then all within this 
fortress must die with me. I will cheat grim bondage, with its 
blistering lash, of mankind's proudest mold. Naught of life shall 
here remain, not even the altar's Queen ! 

Enter from R., Fadel Caspian and Orian, all appearing white- 
clothed. Orian follows behind his Mother. All kneel. 

Prophet. I welcome you to my presence, as I wish to speak 
with great seriousness. \_Chanfinr/ heard.^ Hark! 'Tis the Vestal 
band! The Priestess comes this way! It is well, and just as I 
would have it. [Enter L., Priestess and nine Virgins, with lamps, 
all kneel before the Prophet. The Prophet, in attitude of blessing, 
then lifts Edessa to her feet. ^ Mv sad-eyed Priestess, whither goest 
thou? 

Edessa. To the Vestal shrine, to pray for thee. 

Prophet. To pray for me ? Fair saint, I would not ex- 
change the poorest invocation from thy lips for the holiest prayer 
in Mohammed's creed. Yet to delay the offering will be no sin, 
for God is merciful and just. 

Edessa. Sweet sisters to the cloister go and bear my heart 
with thine. Remember, when the hour is up return, and chant 
the Prophet's hymn. [Exit Virgins R., chanting.^ 

Prophet. [Approaching Edessa and taking her hand.l Edessa, 
dost thou hear the sound of the battering-ram ? [Edessa shud- 
ders.^ Our line of life seems very short; we are nearing the 
wrecker's fires. To-morrow begins the final assault which may 
end in bondage or death. 

Edessa. Oh, thou pit3nng Deity. Must we yield as slaves to 
the Arab blows ? and meet the glare of their fiendish eyes, and 
know that life from each rising sun to its last setting beams is im- 
prisoned and crushed like a worm half dead? No, no ! I will go 
alone as a truce and yield myself ransom for all. There's an eye 
and an arm that will watch and protect. 

Prophet. Nay, my fearless Queen ! I would not consent to 
risk so much of wealth to darkness and uncertainty. But, listen, 
Edessa, and Caspian, prepare for the secret of your lives. [Prophet 
leads Edessa to a seat beside him at his R. Caspian alone at Edessa's 
R. Dame and Orian extreme i?.] 

Orian. [Aside.'\ Measles, mumps and medicine ! I wonder 
if he knows anything about me and Katy and Nippie? 

Prophet. .Just twenty-four years ago, being employed in the 
High Court of Equity, under the Caliph Alamansor, I became 
the bosom friend of his son, the good Prince Mahadi. It so 
chanced, for rest and pleasure, we sought the Sultana's long de- 
serted coral palace in that land of enchantment. Southern Arabia. 
Being the birth-place of Mahadi, a yearning desire prompted our 
visit there. A storm arose just as the imperial party dis- 
mounted, when, lo! instead of a forsaken palace, life, light and 
beauty reigned supreme within. The house had proved an asy- 
lum to one who had been exiled from a Pagan father's court. A 



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beautiful Circassian by birth, but Greek through education. Her 
apology for possession of what was deemed a haunted temple, so 
charmingly offered, with promises to leave, surprised and pleased 
the Prince. He forbade her departure, the mansion being ample 
for all. Soon, however, through the winning tones and courtly 
grace of this fair Circassian beauty, the Prince seemed hope- 
lessly won. But, alas! she would not yield her faith. The cross 
stood firm between them. At last Maliadi yielded. I saw them 
wedded by a Christian priest. The twelve months passed, when 
a miniature prince crowned their nuptial joys. The boy was seen 
by some of the Caliph's men, and so strong the resemblance be- 
tween father and son, 'twas told at court. The Prince being 
alarmed for the life of his boy, gave him to me, well freighted 
with gold. Learning of the good Dame Fadel from the traveling 
poor, I sent him to her. In less than two years, the stricken 
young mother closed her eyes in death at the birth of her twin 
baby girls. Mahadi was wild with despair. Trusting all to me, 
with a fortune of gold, he bade them farewell till the old Caliph's 
death. Each child bore one-half the dead [Edessa starts] mother's 
name — Edessa, the fair, like her beautiful mother; Corinna, the 
dark, like the proud Arab father. To their faithful attendants 
Asara, the maid, and Arbuta, the youth — brother and sister — I 
gave Corinna. They departed for the Isle of Rhodes, and I 
learned from a soldier only yesterday that the old Prince Per- 
lander, the greatest landowner among the Greeks, grandfather to 
Edessa and Corinna, is dead ; that Corinna, known as the child 
of the cross, the mother's dying legacy, inherits its vast estates ; 
has messengers searching for her sister far and wide. [Edessa 
falls at his feet, looking up.\ Ah \_placing his hand upon her head], 
sweet child, the time may not be far away when all shall be 
united. Father, brother and sisters. Well, after the death of 
the royal mother, I visited, mysteriously, a second time the Dame 
Fadel in that home beside the mountain. 

Edessa. Then [going to Caspian] Caspian is my brother? 
[Prophet boivs. Edessa loinds her arms about his neck.] 

Prophet. You all know the rest. 

Orian. Oh, Nippie, Nippie, Nippie! don't you wish you had 
a sister? [Dancing.] Mush and milk! what comes next? Katy- 
did will be a — no 1 for she says God is her only father. 

Dame. How w^onderful, my children ! [All standing.] 

Prophet. A friend of mine, jealous of Mahadi's confidence, 
lied and said that the Prince suspected me of a breach of trust in 
regard to the money transmitted. Believing it to be true, I swore 
to take the price from out his heart, by keeping from him all 
knowledge of his Christian children. He thinks me dead upon 
the battle-field. And now I stand with his treasures entrapped, 
but will in a very few words reveal my last plan. I desire that 
Caspian bear the truce to his father's camp ; that Dame Fadel and 
Orian go to attest the truth and give an account of his early life. 
This broken clasp, with the youth's proud face, will prove all. 
Do you agree to what I ask? 
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Caspian. Aye, and gladly, too. [Prophet exit i2.] 

Orian. IGoing to Edessa.] I know the way, sister Nightin- 
gale Priestess; me and them skuter boys was there. Mother 
can squeeze through that hole in the wall, while I can push and 
Casper can pull her through. [Prophet returning with lamp.l 

Prophet. I know not what the end may be. Take this, my 
magic lamp. If crowned with success, strike thrice with this rod, 
and its magic light in a cluster of stars will shine for miles 
around. Should you fall by the foe ere reaching the tent, or the 
Caliph refuse to believe, if all hope be lost, strike once, which 
will emit one star of death. By this I will know and prepare for 
the worst. [Prophet standing just a little back and left 0/ Edessa. 
Caspian placing his left arm around. Edessa. Fadel kneeling at left 
in front^ with arms around Edessa's waist. Orian kneeling right of 
front. Vestal Virgins, singing., enter L., half of them passing be- 
hind the Prophet, to the right of Caspian. 

Caspian. Sister, speak ! that if we die, the last sound of thy 
voice may lull us to sleep, robbing death of its knell. [^Soft music.'\ 

Edessa. [Left-hand upon Fadel's head., right-hand lifted to 
Heaven. To the King of kings I commit thy souls, and bow to 
His will. In darkness, aye, through the Valley of Death. He is 
our Guide,o ur God. \All turn and kneel before the Prophet.] 

Scene III — A Pretty Garden Path. 

Enter, L., Katy-did dressed as a bride, with cup in hand and gold 

pitcher on head. 

Katy-did. Well! they have all had wine and plenty of it, 
too. The Prophet gave this to me with his loveliest compliments. 
[Bowing.l A week ago he ordered all the court ladies and gentle- 
men to appear at this banquet in some character dress, in honor 
of peace between him and the Caliph. And the Priestess he re- 
quested to imitate his beautiful statue of Apollo. Why he had 
the Priestess Edessa stand as a model for that statue. All the 
great artists of Athens came and worked upon it. It is something 
new in marble, flesh-tinted, hair of 3^ellow and gold, robes em- 
broidered with gold and set with jewels, and it looks just like 
Edessa did when she stood dressed for them to look at. Oh, how 
that big Prophet loves that precious little woman. I wish Orian 
loved me that much. I thought I would dress as a bride — OHan's 
bride [_pults up d7-ess ;'] but I didn't take off my old green dress if 
I am a bride. If Orian don't want the dress he can't have me. 
But here's to our future joys, dress and all! \_Drinks, throws up 
the wine and dashes cup away, makes terrible face.'} Oh, misery ! what 
is in that wine? [Coughs, .spits, and jnds finger down throat, gags.} 
Oh, mercy, mercy ! I am so weak I [Sits down very limp.} 

Enter Prophet, wildly, L. 

Prophet. Lost, lost, lost! Why in the names of Heaven 
and Hell, have I been so rash ? I beheld one fatal star, I am 
sure, but the messenger from the tower declares 'twas a cluster 



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and that one shot higher than the rest. We are pardoned by the 
Caliph._ Oh, my lost soul! I have poisoned the wine and all 
must die. [Exit R., Katy-did springs up wildly.^ 

Katy-did. Poison ! [Whirls round and round., spits and gags.'l 
I will get some cream for us both! Oh, the Priestess ! I 'must 
save her ! [Cryhu/.'] I have no faith in this old green rag ! [Runs 
spitting, R. Tableau. Music.'] 



ACT V. 

Scene I — The Poison — Banquet. ' 

The right half of stage a summer palace, with arches and 
pillars garlanded with flowers and flags. The festal board with 
gold plate, fruits, flowers and small statuary. The white-robed 
dead upon the floor,'or in chairs, with arms and heads resting 
upon the fable. Vestal Virgins. Center and left of stage the royal 
gardens, fountains and statuary. Near the center at left a large 
white pedestal with statue of Apollo. Moonlight and starlight. 
Prophet rushing in wildly, with slave dragging himself behind. 

Prophet returns, R. 

Prophet. [ Wildly.'] Why did I drink so soon that poison 
wine ? I thought we were lost, and now, with all the rest, I too, 
must die! Edessa! Edessa! Oh, jealousy ! Thy gnawing pangs, 
like the vampire's thirst, seems draining the blood from my fam- 
ished heart. No ! she shall die with me ! Ha ! There's a fu- 
neral train in the mournful air. See ! [Follows from R. to G. with 
right-hand. Enter L., Edessa and Dolegay.] 

Edessa. Oh, most honored Prophet, we are safe! safe at last! 
The Caliph has granted our prayer in a perfect wreath of stars. 
I beheld them first, like a simple child, almost wild with delight, 
even to the stars I have told my joy." I could no longer wait 
your summons. Are you angry? speak to me! and forgive 
my happiness ! [Prophet sighi^ heavily.] Have I unconsciously 
wounded this fond proud heart? [Rests her head upon his bosom'.] 
I have dressed as the god Apollo as you desired. Indeed, I can 
not remember a fault. Please — do — speak tome! [Waving his 
right-hand high, then drojjping it.] 

Enter Katy-did, ivith milk. 

Prophet. They are gone — gone — gone! They have passed 
away — one — by — one. The noble hearts that once so fondly 
loved me, are now — at rest — at — rest. 

Katy-did. Now, here is the Prophet's milk for that poison. 

Edessa. Dolegay! He is mad! his mind is gone. [Groans 
from the dying.] Great God ! what is this ? 



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Katy-did. I drank a big bucket of milk. I hope I won't 
die! 

Edessa. Dolegay, prostrate thyself upon the ground, as dead. • 
[D. obeys. Prophet turns.'] 

Prophet. Welcome, m}'- Queen 1 Thou art almost too late 
for the Reaper's mirth, the harvest is nearly over. Yet, come! 
I'll lead thee to the festal board among the slumbering brave. 
\_Leads her R.] The wine was old and strong, 3'ou know ; and so 
they sleep. [^Picks iip a pitcher.] Ha! all gone! Thou shalt be 
honored with a cup, if I must search the wine vaults through. 
And then we'll drink to our coming voyage, and sing and dance 
with huzza! huzza ! for the Caliph's J03's! Ha, ha, ha ! [E.iit R.] 

Katy-did. Oh, mother of the angels ! what shall I do, what 
shall I do ? 

Edessa. Katy, have you that green dress on ? 

Katy-did. \_Crying.'] Yes, yes, yes! 

Edessa. Then strip off all your white clothes, place them 
among the dead, and hide yourself in yonder bush. Now, Dole- 
gay, be quick; come help to lift this statvie from its base. Place 
it with my robes among the dead ; then fall, my faithful one, 
upon the base. 

Katy-did. \_Sticking her head out from biish.] This time I'm a 
sure enough katy-did. Now I'll never part with this old green 
rag, never ! 

Prophet. Ha, ha, ha! [Dolegay falls. Edessa mounts the 
pedestal as a, statue. Enter Prophet R., holding high a golden cup.~\ 
Here's plenty of wine for my dainty love. What, gone? I'll 
find her out! She's mine, she's mine! Together in yon well of 
burning waves we'll wash, united, purified in soul and flesh. The 
world shall track our flight among the saints beyond the stars. 
Oh, agony, that wine! \_Throws cup aivay.] Death comes too 
soon. " [^Smothers.] I could tear this clinging, smothering thing 
into a thousand shreds! l_Ttvists and throws the Veil into the air, 
looking R.~\ Again they pass — ha, ha, ha! They call me. I'll 
soon be there. Hark! See \_looking L.] the Arab host upon the 
walls. The well, the well! ha, ha, ha. [^Exit L. Cluster of fire- 
works. Soft music. Curtain.] 

Scene II. , 

Sunrise on the Caliph's armament outside the walls of Nek- 
sheb. In the background full exterior view of the Prophet's fort- 
ress and its ramparts, with moat between the walls, and the army. 
The draw-bridge raised. The Prophet's large white flag floating 
from the castle's donjon. In the foreground, to the left, the 
Caliph's imperial tent with the flag of truce. 

Enter Edessa upon the ramparts veiled. 

Edessa. Within this vault of death we dare no longer re- 
main — yet to go forward defenseless, veiled or unveiled, I feel 
'twill be my doom. The Caliph knew not his foe as man or 



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woman. The Prophet's words may have been false and my 
friends all dead. Those magic lights, an art of the Grecian cap- 
tives, to keep awake the Arab soldiers. Oh, Heaven, in pity, hear 
and lead thy suffering child. [iT.rcV.] 

Enter at the R. of stage a company 0/ Archers, Saracens in mail, 
some blark-rohed. Music with cymbals. Enter Calii'H, Caspian 
Prince, Ahvern, Lamar, Dame, Dotto, Orian. 

Caliph. Oh, Caspian, my boy, my own long lost boy ! [ Weeps. 
The draw-bridge falls.^ 

Sentinel [i?.]. Your Majesty, the draw-bridge is down ! 
Haroun. See, father, see ! 

Edessa appears upon the draiv-bridge. 

Soldiers. [With fright.'] The Prophet! the Prophet! 

Haroun. _ 'Tis the Prophet defying power. We know not 
what he has in view. He may cast an explosive ball of fire into 
our very midst. 

Caspian. What, in the name of Allah, can this mean ? They 
must all be dead or imprisoned. \_Wringing his hands.] 

Orian. 0, calamy calamy ! I know what it means. He saw 
that one big star that skooted so high, and now he is going to 
bust up with a big moon or a hoblingob ! 0, sister, sister Night- 
ingale. 

Caliph. Oh, my child, my child! Ahvern! [Who stands with 
head bowed.'] A righteous vengeance belongs to the hand that 
saved Mohammed's throne. We grant thee now the first aim, or, 
if thou wouldst have it so, our impatient archers will gladly ac- 
cept an undivided honor. \_Archers aiming.] 

Ahvern. Hold! hold! First to thee, but now to the foe. 
See ! alone he stands amid despair and death, as once I stood in 
that awful hour,^ when naught but an imprisoned secret, locked 
in the deepest cloister of his disappointed life, saved me from the 
damned and lost. Saved my soul from the eternal brand that 
marks the suicide in Hell. When I cease to forget his mercy of 
power, may God disregard my dying appeal. If, in his miracu- 
lous strength, he seeks of the Arabian host a living sacrifice, this 
breast to his steel I bare. \_Rushes to Edessa.] 

Edessa. [^Throwing off' her veil.] Ahvern, Ahvern ! Save me! 
\_Falls at his feet.] Oh, save me ! 

Starting back. Caliph and others start to Edessa. 

Ahvern. Just Heaven! 'Tis Nightingale! 

Caliph. Save thee, my darling, from what ? From a father's 
arms ? 

Edessa. [Spri7iging into the Caliph's arms.] My own father, 
brother, all ! 

Orian. [ Weeping and plucking her dress.] Say, sa}^, sister Night- 
ingale Caliph. Where's my Katy-did [sobbing] and my Nipple? 
Great thunder! I don't have to ciy. They are alive, I know. 
Nipple couldn't drink wine, and that old green dress would save 
Katy-did. 



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Caliph. Yes, my child, in our joy we have forgotten the foe 
and all danger. 

Edessa. Nay, father, fear not ! The white-robed enemy will 
never return to lose or win. 

Ahvern. Where is the Prophet, Edessa? / 

Edessa. Dead ! 

Ahvern. Then like flowers above the dead our joys spring 
into new life. \_Starting to her ivith open arm-s.] Oh, Nightingale, 
Edessa ! 

Caliph. [Leading her to Ahvern.] A father's gift to thee, 
Ahvern, in return for the crown I wear. She is thine, forever 
thine! [Edessa's head upon the bosom of Ahvern.] 

Ori.\n. Say, say ! \_Again pulling her dress.] Sister, did you 
see the Prophet's face ? Did that everlasting strainer come off? 

Caspian. Why sister, the lamp proved true. 

Edessa. Yes, but one star shot higher that the rest. 'Twas 
this the Prophet beheld. His mind became wrecked, and he 
poisoned the feast. 

Orian. Say, sister, did the strainer come off? Did you see 
his face ? 

Edessa. I did. His face bore the look of an angry god, pow- 
erful in defeat, yet grand and beautiful as Apollo. 

Orian. Oh, oh! [Groaning, and bending double.^ Wild crab- 
apples and green persimmons ! but didn't I miss a powerful 
show? 

Edessa. Oh, dear friends, that I may forget the strange, sad 
past ! This, father, is joy too great ! 

Ahvern. [Leading Edessa front.'] No, our Nightingale, not 
joy too great. 'Tis a holy debt the happy present owes to the 
wretched past, with its prayers and tears. And if, perchance, in 
escaping the storm, we have struck a chord in each heart to-night. 
to our nuptial feast just beyond the bridge we invite you all as 
wedding guests. 

Enter K.\ty-did and Nippie on the draw-bridge, running front, cheers 
and curtain; Katy-did shaking her dress at Orian and the 
audience. 



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